God in nature A giant lush oak tree towers above the end of a grassy field With little kids running back and forth in bright clothes Under a shining sun. Cool air with a breeze rustles hair and leaves On a beautiful summer day. Football on brown-grey grass, under copper and gold With lines of raked leaves to dive through, and a pile at one end. Soft clothes to cover up and make catches easier. Dry, cool air and a feeling of precious metals in the atmosphere Light and shadow and a low sun as we wrestle in the Partially obscured back yard. Light snow in big flakes drifts through an inky cold night Shining in a cone as they pass a flood light. The next day is smooth and sparkling Trees and streets and dog and me Enveloped in white, bright despite a grey sky. Clean clothes, but not for long Running through moist grass looking for pastel eggs Next to a white church and around croquet wickets. Good food, fresh air, a feeling of cool and life. Pansies, cheap but pretty, in a stack near the stairs. Will I ever be home again?