Thursday, January 10, 2013

A Year of Perfect Days

Beneath clouds full of thunder
and air full of rain,
a chorus of popping leaf buds
sing across Claytonia-splashed woodlands.

Warblers descend upon the scene,
insects emerge to unfold their wings,
and beauty awakens from its slumber.

It’s another spring display
here at the Arboretum;
it’s wet and a bit muddy,
but it’s still a perfect day.

Beneath clouds strolling by
and blue sky filling the spaces,
a pageantry of green foliage
sways confidently in the breeze.

Robins hop along the ground for twigs,
chipmunks peek from behind logs,
and butterflies glide from flower to flower.

It’s another summer display
here at the Arboretum;
it’s hot and a bit sticky,
but it’s still a perfect day.

Beneath clouds full of brisk air
and a morning white with frost,
a plethora of botanical fireworks
explode in yellows, oranges and reds.

Woodpeckers forage for declining insects,
squirrels kick into acorn overtime,
and shorter doses of sunlight fill our tomorrows.

It’s another autumn display
here at the Arboretum;
it’s chilly and a bit windy,
but it’s still a perfect day.

Beneath clouds fat with snow
and a sun barely coming through,
a splendor of naked branches
wait calmly for warmer skies.

Owls watch from pine boughs,
coyote tracks crisscross the landscape,
and the pulse of life has dramatically slowed.

It’s another winter display
here at the Arboretum;
it’s cold and a bit gloomy,
but it’s still a perfect day.


From the book Kairos (print version only)

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