Barely moving,
softly breathing,
quietly I wait.
Listening, hoping,
watching...
I feel their presence.
From a grey, sullen sky
sinks the finest mist,
each tiny drop of which
can be felt, cold,
sharp, tingling...
skin piercing!
Everything is moisture laden,
dewey, dripping...
Water slowly draining
in persistent
litle rivulets
down blades of grass.
Earthbound scents are
mingled with the moist air,
to be breathed in
slowly, savored,
and released.
Each fern and lichen,
leaf and limb holds the
secret to life past,
present, and future..
varied only in form.
Listening for the sound
of their approach
I hear instead melodic notes,
subtle rustlings, raspy warnings...
Shrill syllables from overhead.
Hush! Somewhere...
nearby, a snapping twig,
the slightest sound...
Seconds pass, then silence,
as a light rain begins to fall.
All parts of something quite profound,
yet some where, some how,
there is a piece
not yet embraced.
I know they're there...
I feel their presence!
copyright 2005 Brenda M Marcotte
Tags: Moose Maine Bog Woods Wildlife Nature Beauty Silence Adventure Summer Rain
