white noise
drops dance on glass
music from the pond
as water disturbs water,
the stream discourses through the pasture
a composition of questions: why, how,
what is the meaning of such eloquence?
the air is clear
the sky immense with stars and silence.
I walk to the pasture.
The stream carries on with its rhetoric
murmuring after answers for questions
too profound to be answered by rain;
yet this place,
incandescent under a burning moon,
feels like one.
First Snow by Mary Oliver is the inspiration for this poem…hers is a profoundly beautiful poem