Time to Notice
Gaze with me at that little rabbit
and at Chesterton, poised to chase it.
Look at the unique color of the air:
it's glowing with a dim, warm glow.
Stop for just a few minutes, to glance
around at the firs silhouetted against
the sunset--a pool of smooth colors.
Listen, since you're here now, to
the thump of the rabbit retreating.
Do your ears catch all the mingling
bird calls and insect drones?
Don't they ever ache with strange
nostalgia at the sound of cars
cruising down a far-off highway?
What about the fireworks tonight?
do you hear those?
Since your ears are open now, and
you can see that rose-light on the oak limbs,
maybe you will feel the warmth in the air.
There is the gentlest, most unobtrusive breeze
flirting with the fronded meadow grass
and sugar-white daisies and my hair.
It's July 1st, after all. Its time to notice
this summer that won't last forever.
Faerynn M.
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