Constellations

the constellations disappear

behind backdrops

of raindrops

and tranquility

As raindrops

of light drop

fleetingly

into an infinity

of darkness

In patches

that patch

us

together

;

As drops of tranquility

pour amongst patches

of darkness

in patches

of our own infinity

,

as constellations appear.

 

© Hudson Biko

I Stood There

A blast from the (not so distant) past today!
“I Stood There”

pbhb

I stood there

In a patch of dirt

That

somehow supported

maize stalks

and

side walks.

Both preceding

hues of green

in the form of tress

That gathered

in patches we call forests

,

Each fathered

By birds, herds

and

swarms

of bees

floating in a breeze

Broken only  by  the hills.

Hills

that

rolled

into

the

Sunrise

.

I stood there

thinking about how this isn’t everywhere

Thinking.

Then stopping

myself because

this was

beautiful.

Breathing in the untouched air

marveling in its tranquility

and its innocence.

I stood there,

in a patch of dirt,

that somehow supported maize stalks and side walks.

©

via Daily Prompt: Aesthetic

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