Rabbit and a Stone
Sleepy as a dropping lavender sprig,
All things seem to be waiting.
For what we will have to wait and see,
As shadows creep among greens.
Bring with them a much needed coolness,
Like a mountain stream upon weary feet.
Now is a time for languishing stretches,
As yawns attempt to be stifled.
Oh thou sun which slipped beyond our reach,
A new sensation has taken our limbs.
And filled us with an unquenchable drive,
To lay down our worries upon a bed of time.
We become stones within the growing dusk,
Seeming to sink into our found bedding.
Let out a peaceable sigh,
And succumb to this contented experience.
Breathe in, let eyes close,
And fall deep asleep.