In Waking Moments of Contentment

In light of times when all is silent, in waking moments of contentment, in spite of pockets full or empty, in light of thinking all that could be.   In times of hurry in times of hush, in moments when I don't think much, in light of lack of inspiration and despite less contemplation,  I take a chance and dare to spin, the ink that spills from rhyming's pen, into a cup to satisfy,  the waking thirst that does abide,  In place of mind where can't be seen, the thoughts that decorate the scenes, of where my mind roams to and fro when looking for a place to go,  To enhance its point of view with something old and something new, that blends to make a starting place where can be grown a living space  That welcomes mind and wit to climb, a mountain path and flora find, blooming growing all around accompanied by nature sounds  Of bird and bug of squirrel and deer in rustling leaves both far and near, where wind does reach to softly play among the different times of day  In morning light, in sunset scenes, with dew drop’s kiss to night time themes, where spiders weave a web of lace to make itself a little place To bide its time a meal to make a place to rest and not forsake, its own reward for time well spent as the days and nights all went Without a word of acknowledgement, recognizing its own accomplishment, as a caterpillar weaved, its cocoon in nearby tree Where nest of bird held safe its young in tender shells soon to become, another feather in the hat of its cousin the sleeping bat Hunter of a surplus of, mosquito wings and soft shelled bugs, while tender powder wings of moths dust the shrubs and earthen moss Covering both rock and tree where butterflies and honey bees rest while searching for their nectar among the flowers, their protectors  With tender petal fortressed stems, that turtles munch for nourishment then move on along the paths to clover clumps and long string grass Where ants and centipedes pass days, playing in the growing maze, of all that nature has provided while people sit near warm bright firesides  Staring at the dancing flames to watch the magic on display telling stories, singing songs, wanting where their love belongs Where it grows and welcomes in the goodness of a faithful friend, to make a new day to remember the worth it found among the splendor In light of times when all is silent, in waking moments of contentment, in spite of pockets full or empty, in light of thinking all that could be. 

Jade Jaspers