The Wild Calls Lazily
by Jerri Schlenker
As Leo I came into the world, feet first, ready to run
Not roaring, but gently purring into the sun
When freckles are in full bloom
When grass smells its sweetest,
And forest’s foliage is at its thickest,
Its narrow path beckoning me into its den
Where creatures take comfort devoid of men
And in the openness ripe vermilion tomatoes hang on the vine
Ochre squash peaks through an umbrella as green as pine
Water trickles into a pond neighbored by parsley, peppermint, and thyme
The buzz of a bee and swift hummingbird sprints
Amid a spectrum of hues and scents
Into my porch swing refuge race
All my senses they embrace
While the dogs and cat sleep lazily on
Outward I gaze watching the grass grow
Contemplating the mow
I wake from my dream to see from my window the snow.
Jerri Schlenker lives in Kentucky. After a career as a weaver, known in some circles as a fiber
artist, she recently began to write at the encouragement of her husband. Much of her inspiration comes from the wooded area surrounding her home.
Jerri also writes a blog, A Thursday's Child.