a dove who coos without being asked, annoys me this continuous reverberation creates a rhythm and my eyes roll. the joy with which he calls slaps me across the face, he stops as if he knows and I laugh, recross my legs and continue to rock this chair.
this morning’s noises echo facts of summertime dwindling. a crow’s call to advance spur last night’s crickets, still rubbing within the window well. my heart swells with hope which confuses me, and the neighbor lady sweeps her deck.
he found me sitting, legs crossed black leggins with a bit cut out just where attraction begins
he smelled all around me, even the book I was holding. he offered static pause so I could watch, his energy and legends felt deep within me. I wasn’t as terrified as most would have been his presence came through peacefully and i found myself worshiping him.
looking back he wandered off slowly, maybe sensing the aroma of another or giving up on me and I was left to assume
you would know I’ve sat within the thrush of nature my soul is joyous there. this cool fall evening offers a melody and my mind plunges into creative fidgeting. my eyes wander from hues of verdant to hints of Autumn’s tangerine, but it’s the obvious sounds of industry that bring you closer to me.