The Summer of Reckoning

The wild horse beckons, showing me the way

through fields of lavender and patches of deep green

I walk gloriously barefoot, captive in a gentle sway

feeling the earth rolling, in this in-between.

*

Somewhere in the distance, a nightingale holds court

singing a song of haunting remembrance

from a time where man was nature's faithful consort

living in harmony and not being a hindrance.

*

The horse's neigh pulls me from the reverie.

Dazed but determined, I continue on my designated path

breathing in summer's sweet nectar like a vital energy

letting it cleanse me, so I can prove I'm worthy.

*

Majestic white stallion, thank you for the guidance

the time has come to broker a new and ancient alliance.

- to Mother Nature

Dear reader,

Once again I thank you for taking a leap with me. This is my first attempt at a sonnet (albeit it not in iambic pentameter), a tribute to Mother Nature, and a warning to man. If it sparked your interest, you can read more of my work here: https://vocal.media/authors/a-m-radulescu