Noontide Ponderings

I stand within the shadow of the trees

Watching leafy silhouettes quivering in the breeze

As if a thousand timid butterflies

Hesitate before taking flight

Or a great restive feathered beast

Shudders as he settles to rest.

Perhaps someday the mimic butterflies will float away;

The comic beast will fly.

For now both beast and butterflies

Appear content, though restless on their captive perch.

The counterpoint of shadowed sunlight and silhouetted silence

Gently settles into stillness.

All is well.