The clouds move
as one slow amorphous parade
across the sky.
Rimmed edges of sunlight
frame the plumes of white whipped castles,
For as far as sight allows,
pastel blue sky ceilings canvas this rapture
I am witnessing.
The winds direct orchestral music
as translucent emerald leaves
rub and weave their tender shoots
amongst each other.
My long hair dances in unison
as I breathe the cool late summer air.
I am reading an inspiring book
while my eyes go heavy
and I fall into a deep slumber
while still wrapped and held by the wind’s song
humming in the background of my slowly emerging dreams.
These captivating moments of repose
delight my senses as all pressure to be busy dissolves.
The Elements of Nature
become a succulent feast
for self-remembering.
-TruGuy Starhorse Windwalker
August 24th, 2023

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