'Tis but a step

 The storm has passed

and wispy clouds drift lightly ‘cross the sky,

light breezes dance richly-coloured leaves,

magic carpets … ever-changing on the ground.

 *

The air is sweetly fresh,

and sounds of cattle reach me from afar,

small birds flit to and fro twittering their joy

and find their echo deep within my soul.

*

I pause and rest awhile,

my eyes drink in the wonder that surrounds;

I feel a gracious peace around me fall,

senses recreate as from this well I draw.

 *

‘Tis but a step

from life’s busy round of all we do,

to close a door and stroll in nature’s way

imparting balance to each passing day.

 *

Dennis Crompton © 1994

(first published www.denniscrompton.wordpress.com 2013)