A Day of Reflection

The weak body

From few days hiding,

Comes to a field of relaxation

With birds on a pond

The Mallards that quack delight

The Canada Geese that honk happiness,

Then roses of contentment

Are standing before me

With a maze of the mind

The roses wander.

Then the Wild Turkey a plenty,

Look around with one

Drawn out of hiding,

The cows of pasture

Pay no mind,

Other bird on the wing

With life, dignity,

With amazing flight,

Gliding with truth

A Red Tailed Hawk,

Red as blood from new fallen pray

Swoops right in front of me,

Then the orange pumpkins glow

Like eyes of a ghost at dusk,

Then with the end of the day

In a sunset

Storing it, in our soul.