Things Poetic

 A poem for today I just got home from a holiday and was reading  "The Peace of Wild Things" by Wendell Berry, and as I was flicking through it I saw this poem

 Imagination Sitting, listening to the birds, songs, chatter, whistles, chirps, cheeps a universe of wonder Talking about what's occurring watching watchful the air thickens, takes on form, light and dark glowing, moving on its own accord I should be fearful but im not I know this place Ive seen it before, here, at the time between times when the living and the passed meet and dance that dance again where hands meet, both solid and whips of air swirling around, warm, heavenly music almost choral Closing my eyes I still see and feel it I can smell the warmth and taste the sound I feel every breath on my skin, every swirl in my blood All too soon, drifts away the birds continue as if uninterrupted peaceful

 Sunshine Prickling the skin of the air, peers over the edge of the sky, beyond suggesting heat, warmth stretch, reach for warmth wrap around and pull against, feeling the heat of the sun speckling against skin legs softly reach breath catches eyes catch as they open, taking in the vista no ending or beginning of sheets and limbs peace, home, relax