Green Magic

New Hampshire White Mountains

Green leaves entrance,
make my feet dance
down pathways
through wildflowers
into secret glades,
surrounded by
silent sentinels:
pine, oak and spruce.
The hum of crickets
finds me where I hide
but no other person does.
In that loud silence,
full of ducks quacking,
geese honking,
bees buzzing,
and mosquitoes hunting,
one yellow leaf falls.
Even the crickets pause
in shocked wonder.
Clouds thicken and churn,
rain slashes and dashes,
the sky’s anger interconnected,
a reflection of us all.
The coming of autumn
is part of summer,
as sunset is part of day.

Copyright 2015 Brenda Davis Harsham

31 thoughts on “Green Magic

  1. The trees as sentinels keep watch as you enter nature in all its glory, Brenda. Yes to green and hold on to warmth, sunshine, full sturgeon moon and slow down. One yellow leaf but not any big leaf piles . . . Yet! 🙂


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