Valley View- summer

We have a valley view,

a balcony at the top of the tree line

overlooking hills and a valley green

with mottled sunlight splotching 

through clouds casting highlights -

so pastoral 

so serene.

Red barns wake in the golden glow

and fields meet forests 

with a wavy ebb and flow.

A silo sits at the top of a ridge

reaching high with the bounty

this land gives;

the peaceful sky 

and it's welcoming domain

will lull me to sleep,

we are one and the same.

Where once we gathered - summer

Where once we gathered

and would sit

on a summers eve in the warmth of

friendship

with a fire beneath us

and stars above

whether words or no

we were all a part of

the being

the sharing

the true embrace

that comes with just living

same time

same place

same generation

face to face

serving

then leaving

we look back upon

the moments together

before we're gone

Patron of Forest Chorus - summer

In the neighborhood of birdsong

conversation is diverse,

my woods are ringing merrily

with melodies so well rehearsed

they come out pitched so perfectly 

it sounds a choir

from tree to tree.

What right have I 

to pen a chorus

when a constant composition 

is forthcoming from the forest?

Each day a different arrangement,

their rendition ever new,

thus I immerse myself each evening 

a true patron

sensing You.