In That Place

 

Come

Yes, come with me.
We’ll dance down the hill,
to that place,
to that space,
just made to wile away
the hours,
if you will.

To sit within a circle,
bask in warming rays,
surrounded by the greenery,
and autumn’s golden touch.

Would it be too much,
to ask you
to come and sit,
and talk a bit?

Just think of it!

We’ll take it slow,
and when we get down below,
we’ll find a quiet bench,
and let the daylight drench
our soul.

Out and about
with the trees,
the birds,
and bees,
we have no needs
intruding on our time.

So lets
follow the trail down the hill,
and park our bones
for a moment
or two
upon those benches
we view.

Maybe we’ll linger
To watch the shadows,
first short,.
but growing tall,
let our minds take in it all,
listen to the birds call,
as colored leaves fall
on the bench,
the path,
the cultured hedge wall.

Here we find a blend
to comprehend
in the end –

The busy work of men,
The handywork of God.

So come!

Sit a while with me
in that place,
in that space.

Author Notes:

Just letting the thoughts flow freely as I contemplate this photograph.

This picture was taken by the author himself on October 16, 2014.

Synergy of Poetry and Verse. Author, Poet, Photographer

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