Imagination

Nature and the universe are authentic
I see how the necklace of stars
wraps itself around the heavens
and "I am awed by the mystery
of their hidden shadows"

I have found no explanation
to satisfy the question I have
on the mixture of turbans of
clouds the sky likes to wear

"The moon looks so elegant
when she pins herself against
A navy pea coat night"
The moon shinny silver in color;
a brooch of authority and honor

As I open up the window
a different kind of air
smacks my face and I
feel a new chain of weather
"I'm awake now"
my eyes, a bit sandy
"I want to return to bed" besides,
"nature accepts my morning breath"

The earth still grows
and changes views,
three days a woodpecker
appeared to peck on an
old tree, in the end
it did the job for me,

The tree wasn’t safe at all,
the kids hung a rope on one
of the old branches;
closer to the pool water,
to swing on into the pool,

Nature helps me understand
the woodpecker’s revenge and
I thought it was a nuisance
cleaning up after it

When the deer appeared
out back, I was so excited,
the country girl in me
came gushing out, I made
phone calls,
even my imitation old aunt,
Millie received a call

At the window at five
in the morning, quietly;
I'd peek to greet it

One thing I did wrong; I scared
her away; I imagine
that being the reason
when I decided to meet
her on one early morn,
dew wetter than usual,
slippers were drenched,
causing my feet to itch

She chewed and chewed
with the corner of her eye
keeping distance,

so did I, the beauty of
that experience was mine
but she never returned
after that day, so strong
an animal, yet fragile
and timid

The wild rabbits I lured with veggies,
twitching their noses, they took
baby steps; the feeling brought
a pleasant surge within; I was
making contact with nature

By. Vanessa Ramos