(He) Sounds Of Nature

your glow is more of a tone
and upon me
your hold is mounting.
I shiver as you enter,
your rumble a possession
of what my soul is lacking
and I beg you, come.

As the cardinal calls, ” Here. Here. Here.” Over and over again until I stop and look up into the tree and we connect.

This I get and the pleasure is indescribable.

5/2/2020