Heather Mirassou Poetry

A cacophony of sounds resonate in my ears
Frogs and crickets sing in the night air
The distant moo from the cows in the pasture
A latent "who" from the owls in the barn

The soft, white clouds spread above me
The moon peeping through
Seemingly moving with the essence of nature
This life here engulfs me in its pure and rare beauty
I am one with the country, home again

Poet: Heather Mirassou