Nature’s Chase
In the ivory warmth of summer
while frogs croak among the lily pads
and rustling leaves make harp-like music,
two squirrels scamper in a sprint
one behind the other:
scurrying sounds, a tangled mass of fur,
a frenzied steeple chase
across freshly mown grass,
then up the leaf-laden tree branches
and down again,
vanish into the swampy woods —
In the utmost heat of summer’s day
while orange-winged cicadas buzz and whine
and nikko blue hydrangeas droop from drought,
two swallows break forth in ecstatic flight
one behind the other:
chirps and gurgles, a tangled mass of feathers,
ferris wheels in the air
as they traverse gabled roofs,
alight leaf-laden tree branches
and up again,
vanish into the azure sky —
Have you witnessed nature’s chase?
There is a time
for playful pursuit,
a time
for slowing down,
to gaze into each other’s eyes,
walk hand in hand,
vanish
into the emerald forest.
D. G. Vachal © 2025
Image by Flo222 @pixabay
lilies, sparrows and grass 
Lovely swirl of words — takes you into the heart of nature 🍃💚🍃
Thank you, Susan! 🐿️🌿🩵
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Grazie 💖
Beautiful build up of nature’s antics culminating in a crescendo of love! 🙏🏽
Thank you, Ellen! So glad you see the build up and crescendo in this poem! 🙏🩷
Oh Dee, I love this- I can “see” it happening in my yard/ garden. You all should come visit. It’s dry now but the squirrels play, birds frolic and cicadas make their music. Thanks friend.❤️
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Thank you, Sarah! Your yard and garden must be beautiful this time of year. Hopefully we can visit one of these days. Thank you dear friend!