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.

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