come with me

when I put my hands together

and I cup them
they hold what came before
what has become
much room left
to hold what will be

if you take my hand

you can come with me

reaping love

the wind howls softly

water splashes and crashes
over stones and limbs
having fallen into its stream

my eyes take pleasure

in the sight of flight
as they coo and cackle
in the dusk before night

quietly I sit to feel

the gentleness of life
without the sorrows,
and thoughts of human plight

I steal this moment

of Nature’s nest
to give my mind and heart
a little time to rest

I care much for hearts

of others but cry inside
when seemingly for me
they show no druthers

I sit here alone
with Nature’s breath

kissing me gently upon my face
gathering tightly in its embrace

as I close ‘mine eye’

to sleep I ask for when
it takes my soul to keep
my life, my love
shall for others reap