Posted by: Ron DuBour | February 13, 2015

Precious Time.~by Mykal Osie


 

 

Precious Time.

Flow of a stream,
A trickle,
Tender and soft,
Constant.

Moss on trees,
beautiful fern leaves.
Nature’s fragrance
So fresh So clean.

On the moist ground
Insects about
Lives acting out
For survival.

The early morning call
Birdsong at dawn
Dew on the ground
The day rises.

Later at noon
A path we hew
continue on
to our day’s reward.

We’ll stay a while
Enjoy this time
Place filled with sounds
Nature’s around.

To get away,
Spend the day,
Time spent here
So precious.

@justpoppoetry
© Feb 2015.


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