Sitting on a large flat rock
that overhangs pond water –
an invitation to perch,
plunge, ponder how grounded
I feel, butt to stone, feet
before me solid at the edge
of still water ruffled
by occasional breeze riffling
chirped morning trills, cheeps
and distant crowing of awake.
A stillness hangs in the warmth,
air barely astir tho abuzz with bee,
fly, hornet and gnat. I walked
through spider thread, ranging hens,
still settling-down honeybees
re-trusting their hive post-black-bear.
Calm settles through me,
at one with air, at peace.
Each hour I let go more; each
thing left I honor and release.
Hi Sarah! I’ve awarded you the Versatile Blogger Award, but I see you’ve already been awarded one. Congratulations! Stop by my blog to accept it. 😀
Thanks, Denise, for the honor. I believe you can only be awarded it once; nonetheless, I shall stop by and see what you are up to!
Very nice how nature let’s us let go. A beautiful scene, I really enjoyed it 🙂
Thanks, Sara. Glad you could join me there for a little bit!!
Great write! You really transported me to the pond with you. I also love the picture!
Thank you, Josh, on both counts! I’m hoping my words will remind me later how peaceful it was there, how peaceful I was there.