consuming time once

confiding in the sky I look up,
on the moon is a winking eye and
newly minted stars shine beside older cousins,
singing down the open air and breeze,
under the direction of a symphony of trees and
nestles in the arms of clouds nearby,
gusts so gentle they do not wake sleeping pets,
testing the atmosphere with tiny bits of
interesting crumbled up nature and yet
mutual movements seem like the swaying dance,
evoked by the shifting shuffling tribe of leaf
once the stream that is now a raging river,
nearby the clouds give a rumble,
come join my arms and
every minute will be our personal soundtrack

About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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