Meandering Brook

Serene the gentle trickle of meandering brook,

Over pebbles smooth from run of time,

Coolness washes over these tired soles,

Filling lungs with fragrant breath.

How free the feeling of babble-chilled numbness,

Drifting north on travel weary limbs.

Entranced by suns leaf scattered dance,

Diamond shimmers twinkle like neon marquis,

Mesmerizing and comforting and invigorating,

Taking me places far, far away from this time.

So distant the bustle of city street and automobile,

Haze of industry, rubbish strewn waterways,

Man’s inhumanity to man,

The corruption of modernity.

Hearkened back to this simpler place,

Of brooks, pines, the sprawling fern,

Whitetail deer and paddle tailed beaver,

Blue jay and spotted owl,

Amongst these our spirits are freed.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

17 thoughts on “Meandering Brook

  1. Incredible imagery! I was there — standing in that babbling brook, spirit freed by nature’s beauty, wondering why I don’t journey to simpler place and mindset more often… LOVED! Thank YOU!!

  2. ahhh – the country – or is it the woods? oh how i wish i could live in the country far away from the world and civilization:) yes, i know – be careful what you wish for – oh well – i would love to visit!

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