Languid Lingering


I am never blind to the beauty,

but sometimes I get inner-weary,

and I simply let the nature settle

upon me, then slowly seep

into me, filling all those places deep

that needed a coating.


I am never deaf to the beauty.

Sometimes a storm comes ’round to relieve me,

for after my heart skips a beat

and my soul settles after the leap,

the retreating rumbles leave me feeling

not quite so