A Natural Matter

Nature smoothes from day to twilight
with one more theme to play –

its sun spoons streaming
bright across the bay
a golden flavour
tasteful flow
coming to

tap-dance upon a tip of wooded shore.

From silhouette’s shade
feral eyes glow
pausing with wonder
grace for lack of movement –

eyes shine upon the view.

For now the nocturnal chase
is held at bay
an owl holding on
anxious for the hunt

coyotes staring – voices in check
absorbing the awesome sight

and a rabbit skulks
in the grass
thankful for respite from
sharp teeth and claws.

Before turning to wildness ways
an awe exhales
from inside their breasts.

© Richard L. Provencher