Graceful symphony
Statuette’s sweetest music
On Hummingbirds wings
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~~ Dominic DiFrancesco ~~
Graceful symphony
Statuette’s sweetest music
On Hummingbirds wings
~*~*~
~~ Dominic DiFrancesco ~~
Beautiful liar
Using your looks to deceive
Deadly black widow
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
I see the beauty
Surrounding in rainbow hues
Muted by the pain
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Clouds hang low and dark
Masking our sacred mountains
Native spirits play
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
The spark extinguished,
There is no kindling to reignite the flame.
Light as air, the ash is blown to the four winds
Until nary a trace can be found.
What proof is there that it ever really existed
That it belonged to this dimension.
Attempts to congeal fail
As the miniscule journey ever farther afield.
Their mark on this world, nil in the eyes of many,
Insignificant and unimportant,
This would be wrongly assumed.
We would not know this place without them,
So intertwined is all matter
That without the most minute speck
Life would be forever altered from this reality.
There is nothing insignificant or unimportant,
From the lowly ash and graceful dragonfly
To the mighty elephant and the whole of mankind,
Everything visible and invisible is the perfect creation…
Under Heaven.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Nature comes alive
With the first sliver of dawn
The morning commute
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
I listened, held my breath,
In between the whir of passing cars
I could here the sound of sparrows.
How strange this seemed,
As if I had never heard their song before.
Perhaps my ear has become more finely tuned,
Nay–very unlikely I suppose.
No, it is more likely that I shut up my mind,
Its incessant ramblings over things of little importance
Worries of work, family, responsibilities,
All imposed by me and this cursed ego.
For a brief moment there was blessed silence.
It leaves me thinking,
Had I only stopped sooner
The sparrows angelic song might have never left my ears.
~~Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Flower filled ravine
Planter for nature’s bounty
Painted in pastels
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Heaven’s eye opens
Waking all things in its charge
Welcoming sunrise
~~Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Slightest signs of life show
Through blades of grass, green of stem
Call of birds, babies
Winter cannot hold them back
They are forces of nature
~~Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~