Sylvan Soul (poem)

syl·van (adjective): pleasantly rural or pastoral

A school of cloud shadows slow-

motion scurries across the mountaintops.

The Sun’s tendrils reach down

to treat the wildflowers to her honeyed gold,

nudging the bees to rest in the shade of petals.

Rabbits bathe in her rays

resting easy under clear skies,

hawks and corvids out of sight.

The simultaneous coolness and warmth in the air

coaxes the autumnal spirit from its summer slumber

little by little. In a month’s time, it will fall,

along with the leaves, for fall all over again.

What season makes your soul feel the most alive?

☀️SUNREI POETRY☀️