Shadows lake across the night,
paws roaming, weaving adventure
in new-found freedom.
Coyotes howl, possums hide
behind the darkness.
Spiders web the porch lights,
spinning laid eggs for incubation.
Corncrakes sing while stars pillow
my dreams. False summer warms
a trail worn by fawns
and neighborhood children,
both growing, seeking independence.
Lost in a labyrinth of suburban landscape,
moonlight pools between pine
and cedar fences. Scents guide, enthrall,
draw him closer to nature,
leading him to a pathway
connecting to his roots.
This poem is published in Nothing Divine Dies. The Poetry of Nature by Vita Brevis Press, Volume III. Here is the link, if you would like to purchase a copy: LINK