Birds and Hayfields

I dreamed

I was a bird

in an open hayfield,

flying through 

playfully, 

never stopping to notice

that the sun was setting.

The warmth of the day faded,

ever so slowly. 

I flew through leisurely,

the smell of freshly cut hay and late summer filling the air,

the peepers beginning to chirp, 

and I stayed.

It would be much too late

before I finally noticed

that the sun had gone

and with it, 

the warmth and comfort of a summer's day.

To be a person in the world,

is often to be this bird. 

Enjoy the warmth of the summer sun,

but notice when it's fading away.