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Bell Birds
Have to rest from driving,
pull over, and get a drink
turn off the engine, sit awhile
it's so peaceful I can think.
The quiet invades my very soul
my shoulders, arms, relax,
I hear a sound, a tinkling noise
from somewhere down the track.
Leave the car, move to the trees
wanting to hear this song,
turn to my passenger, smile and say
'I won't be very long.'
The track is open but soon enough
I'm alone, with just the trees,
finding a log, sit down a while
hear the buzzing of the bees.
There's that sound, I heard before
near the road I couldn't tell,
but now here in my solitude
I can hear a tinkling bell.
Not one but two, across the trees
there's a conversation going on,
try as I might I can't quite tell
which direction they come from.
These little bells, tinkle, sing
they make my heart feel light,
no other noises do I hear
the birds stay out of sight.
My mind, now empty I enjoy
this music of the trees,
my back, relaxed my head bowed down
my hands rest on my knees.
What peace I feel, serene, no stress
these tiny birds bring forth,
to my weary body, brain and heart
was it me these little birds sought?
It seemed like no time at all
had passed since I'd sat down,
I thanked these little creatures
For removing my aches and frown.
Returning to the car, my friend
had fallen fast asleep,
I won't tell anyone of your place
Bell Birds, your secret I will keep.
Drought (a haiku)
grass breaks under foot
waiting for life giving rain
for our salvation
Hint of a Thunderstorm
Heavy with the hint of thunderstorm
air pregnant with promised rain,
birds flying away for cover
they see me as insane.
Scurrying ants on the move
with a message to their nest,
shelter in the earth for now
the rain is heading from the west.
Westerly winds blowing trees
the tops sway wildly, whistles through,
smell the rain, taste the rain
the animals feel it too.
Heavy spots hit the roof
such a sweet awaited sound,
tiny dust storms lift and fly
as the rain assaults the ground
Hear the rain, feel the rain
let it fall onto my skin,
long awaited cool air blows
it feels as if it’s sin…..
to stand outside, with eyes closed shut
clothes pasted to my form,
laughing, licking, precious rain
embracing summer storm.
Within a dream the rain has passed
too soon the sun will shine,
for just a moment, one delicious moment
the rain and wind were mine.
von ©
11th October, 2003
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