Views in Verse on - healing powers
Nature's Tryst
Nature's Tryst
I left home at first light
Into the valley below
A weekly ritual that I just won't dismiss;
The morning is foggy
The rocks quicksilver
The bushland still dank from the mist.
A distant pond,
Now a brief hour behind,
Relish, the allure of nature’s tryst.
Into the valley below
A weekly ritual that I just won't dismiss;
The morning is foggy
The rocks quicksilver
The bushland still dank from the mist.
A distant pond,
Now a brief hour behind,
Relish, the allure of nature’s tryst.
A water dragon unmoved
As I pass on by
No fear to cut and run;
As I leave the stream
And turn to the rocks
The fatigue can now outweigh the fun.
Yet, you somehow learn
To savor this too,
As the canopy peels back to welcome the sun.
As I pass on by
No fear to cut and run;
As I leave the stream
And turn to the rocks
The fatigue can now outweigh the fun.
Yet, you somehow learn
To savor this too,
As the canopy peels back to welcome the sun.
As I shuffle along the escarpment
The ground still moist
The hillside still a little tricky;
Something now alerts
I glance on back
And what do I fleetingly see?
But a young fox,
Playfully tracking,
Me, from tree to tree.
The ground still moist
The hillside still a little tricky;
Something now alerts
I glance on back
And what do I fleetingly see?
But a young fox,
Playfully tracking,
Me, from tree to tree.
I look up t'ward my cottage
A line of smoke trailing
A wisp against the grey sky;
Refreshingly tired
My pace quickens
As my hunger renders a smile.
The door now open,
Beckoning inwards,
Time, to kick back and rest for a-while.
A line of smoke trailing
A wisp against the grey sky;
Refreshingly tired
My pace quickens
As my hunger renders a smile.
The door now open,
Beckoning inwards,
Time, to kick back and rest for a-while.
From my desktop Grahame J Flynn Views in Verse
