Love Of Nature Poem by Leonard Dabydeen

In the waning cascades

of the evening sun

I straddle across

to the edge of the pond

and settle on the rustic rocks

beneath a sycamore tree

and in a vigil moment

I watch the horizon

lingering in nonchalance

deep in the bowels

of an orange-glow sky

the wind lurking

among blades of grass

whispering in monotone

and rabbits querying

garden vegetation

as if they suspect

organic grocery is not real

and I listen to the neighing of horses

and grunting of pigs

and quiet wading of geese

in the water's rush

over a lingering stream

then my eyes

dwell on a mole-hill

watching black ants

congregating for a night cap

as the evening

draws a curtain for the day

full of love.