Beginnings

©2013 Rolland G. Smith

I watched the tiny leaves emerge

With all the pale soft of green.

Against a Wedgewood blue of sky

The new of life begins its gleam.

There’s peeking buds and nasty gnats

There’s life in nests and water’s flow.

Within the grass and in the air

The new of life is all-aglow.

Long shadows on the meadow tells

Of towered trees and setting sun

Which gowns the green in golden hue,

A benediction, day is done.

And then the sounds of twilight come

From life anew on Gaia’s floor.

The peepers, crickets, tree frogs too

Announce their presence loud and more.

But I must not forget the blaze

Of blossoms grand in blooming bright

Where Cherry, Quince and Dogwood trees

Festoon the landscape’s scenic sight.

There must be praise for what I see

And to the source my spirit goes

For there creation manifests

Into the poet’s rambling prose.