I listen to the rain
and the gentle thunder, of
the burgeoning skies.
Birds call in the distance
and the silver moon shines
serene, through the laden boughs
of the Bougainvillea.
Fresh scent of the wet earth settles deep
into my questing soul
and the cool wind blows quiet, immensely invigorating.
I witness the blossoming earth heave
in anticipation,
and sway to the grand orchestra
of the Universe.
The solitary Raven flapping his great black wing and I
watch in awed silence the magic unfold,
of dusk’s sweet arrival.