Wind and Time's Delight

The woods outside the backroom

shiver their way across lawn's edge

leaves lapping at the space

not hindering movement over years

of growth. The old house not forgotten

but left to see age creep and foliage

return an old farm to ages before.

The sky continues to shine brightly and sun's

usual advance almost like an expensive

watch, time just right as it always was.

This pair of eyes absorbs the view

scents the smell of pine, as a loon's cry

surrounds me with its meditating sound.

Soaring and richocheting from each windy

caress, a lullaby of sound this night.

When the stars perform their bright

dazzle in the twilight I can read

my fortune in the darkening sky.