Nature’s Seat

As the curtain comes down

the shadows fall

on end of day dew ground

the crickets call

slow in the early evening

summer night time seasoning.

I take my seat by the fire

and contemplate the stars

I recall the day’s desire

a silent witness from afar

glowing bright in the dark sky

with a smile and gentle sigh.

Another day spent in the wild

it’s nature’s seat I need

to become a newborn child

a germ of hope a growing seed

stepping out of my crowded mind

a world so young now growing kind.