A willow’s fluted ribbons skirt the creek
while swallows streak on lucent, seamless trails.
Through tangle-rooted tunnels foxes seek
their prey where stark survival law prevails.
The glow of twilight regally descends
on pale chromatic stairs; each leaf entwines
its aura, breathing in the amber blends.
With calibrated strokes the night aligns
new etchings on the mountain, dusts the trees
with porous shade. A cricket choir embeds
the hollows with nocturnal harmonies
and stars bequeath their pulsing, silver threads.
Then time itself withdraws, in pensive thought,
to ponder all the wonders God has wrought.