“All’s Right Nothing’s Wrong”

A dew-dropped rose
a newly born fawn
twilight before dawn
all’s right nothing’s wrong

The sky is painted
from our star below
day begins
the flight of the Crow
it’s time for Nature to get up and go

The Sun warms Earth
it feeds the trees
flower to flower
collecting pollen the bees

High noon hits
head to shade
replenish the fluid
so one won’t fade

Light’s angle changes
let the coolness begin
murmuration of starlings
waves go out then come in

Day moves on
survivors lucky or strong
crickets take stage
with a chorus of song

Sun sets below
stars and Moon aglow
all’s right nothing’s wrong

-C. H. Eldridge

“Busy Bee”

“Drawn”

Ocean waves caress the beach, sending salty sticky mist towards my soul, and I am drawn. The gull swoops down, to retrieve the leftovers of a not so lucky crab, but loses the prize to another. I see the receding tide being absorbed by the darkened sand, as shells, rocks and driftwood trade places in a never-ending back and forth, as the Sun dries and soothes my outer shell, I am drawn.
I lie on the Earth looking to the sky, listening to the ancient song of the sea. Its waters, the same as the tears that flow from my eyes, a connection that can never be broken. A gust of wind sends tiny rocks into my face, abruptly taking me away from my sweet solace.
Knowing in my departure, everything will remain as it is now. The senses are somewhat fulfilled, as I collect the tangible. Walking the warm sand barefoot, taking periodical glances back, the heart and soul longs… because I am drawn.

-C. H. Eldridge

“First Light Flight”