When you leave the comfortable
Hollow life of town and office
If only for a short time
You will come to know things
That are better than you know
Things that can exist
Outside your existence
You will learn to discern
The steady steps a deer makes
Approaching through the woods
From the incessant, rooted scratching
Of squirrels in the brush
The way the phoebe bobs its tail
With impatience
At your presence
The unkown sounds of the falling leaves
Singing the song of life to the soil below
And that time of day
When with five fingers of daylight left
The sun finds a seam in the grey sky
And screams an echo of
Light over the land
The remaining hardwood leaves
And pine needles
Break out of their muted repose
And light up the world in a spreading glow
Birds take flight like butterflies
Warmed by the rays of the sun
Circling in their excitement, wings
Flashing in unison
Catching twilight
A last frenzied, gasp before finding
The evening’s roost
As the sun drops, finger by finger
Shadows swallow
Light in great gulps
But in the distance the trees still
Stand aglow
These are the things that are better
Than you know
12-13-2013
©2019 Lenny Wells