Moments stilltake me
by surprise
Late evening’s coyote chorus
curls in the edge of a leaf
as it tumbles
to the ground
in the crackle
of finality
Fireball of sun
streaking sky with glory
as it fades
The gentle tug
in my spirit
by the One Who says
“I made this all for you”
7 comments:
excited to see you in the 55s! i love those moments of awe...esp at the sound of that voice...smiles. nice 55!
wow, the beautiful irony of this part:
"Fireball of sun
streaking sky with glory
as it fades"
well done
I love "wonder" moments...like the one you just shared!
Gasp! I counted the words.
I love the "coyote chorus curls . . . in the crackle of finality." All that first part.
I love every word. I need to go see what's magic about 55.
This poem is magic, for sure!
Lovely 55 and wonderful picture to go with it.
That's so lovely!
I love those still moments as well. There is that whisper and you know the hand that made it all possible
so glad you did a 55
Moon smiles
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