A tiny clay mushroom glazed
And fired to reveal a forager
Apples left for Does, Bucks
Uneaten except for the bees
That swarm
Black crickets chirping
The sound slicing through
The night silence
The lone black and white cat
Flees for a safe refuge
His hunting forgotten
The river current time changes
As the coyotes respond in kind
howling
© Reneé Espriu
Photo is my own digitized as art
Even as the common brown squirrel
senses that temperate weather
is at hand
digging in earnest for small nuts
he has hidden, his eyes
are eager with expectation
at the treasure
he will find
I now forage for bits of wisdom
left timely for my discovery
still visible in the space
of invisible footsteps
laid before me
noticing that as the sun’s rays
enhance the squirrel’s
brown coat of fur
a brilliant bright spot
against green
wisdom comes from all venues
even the most young
at heart
counseling me to heed not
others’ paths in life
for mine is my own
uniquely woven
so that I find the bits of wisdom
I seek are within, not without
but in the mirror
of my soul
the need to shine brightly
to touch every moment
that is only
within my
own grasp
© February 2019 Renee Espriu
Image Taken From Public Domain Pictures & Created As Art
Facsimile of illusions
shown as
reflections in
a mirror
revealing hidden images
known only
to ourselves and
not others
as transparency
shows nothing
kept
secret
who you really
are is
trapped inside
the mirror
© October 2011 Renee Espriu
reneejustturtleflight.com 