consciousness, energy, humor, nature, seasons

Unfazed

Silver ripples chase the midday glow towards the water’s indecisive edge.

Formless clouds linger over the treetops murmuring questions posed purely for their charm.

Men steer their boats returning to the docks amused to receive such modest abundance.

The day is brimming with unremarkable potential…

Three dozen geese graze the remains of a cornfield’s tired summertime soil.

A young mother strolls with toddler in tow, humming hopefully toward disappointment.

For the third time this day a giddy squirrel bounds across the lane haplessly adding to her store.

The afternoon wanders by forgetfully…

Rustling dried stalks irritate a ring-necked searching for just a moment’s peace.

Far beneath a mossy, dull stone one toad rests resigned to another dull season.

Tripping over his loose slippers, Gramps drags a half-full barrel to the curb awaiting collection.

Twilight rolls over for a moonless night…

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