Nature's Gift

The light grows brighter still

So bright that I close my eyes

It's comfort cuts morning's chill

Quietly I sit and breathe a sigh

Illuminating eyes tightly closed

A sphere of dull orange hew

I see nothing, I would suppose

Might say, I see everything too

The blue jay calls from the post

The chickens cackle from behind

A bee buzzes around its quiet host

The creek ripples a steady grind

My thoughts creep ever backward

Distracting effort to make known

To turn my attention ever outward

But today I am not overly prone

I sit the noise rises ever more

No longer a threat or eerie foe

Allowed to sit at nature's door

A gentle gift only it can bestow

 

Nick Campos -  May 2024