A Silent Beauty
This is in response to a challenge from Thewriteyard.
Damp leaves carpet the forest floor
The stag inspects my bird feeder for seed
Moss makes his passing ghostlike.
I can barely see his form moving through my garden.
At 3 am, only the starlight shimmers
My first thought, I mouth,
Thank you for another day.
I don’t know who, or what, I thank.
Something animates me.
The birds who scour my pebbled patio for seeds the turkey leaves behind.
They hop on the Japanese maple leaves which, like yesterday’s soft raindrops,
surrounded my house like a curtain of color and dew.
A restless day ahead, full of wonders, perhaps?
Thank you for letting me see it.





