Earth Day poem #1
This morning,
I picked flowers on the wayside
as the sun tarried with its light,
pinched off a stem with orange blooms
just dotting palm-sized leaves,
then a solitary hibiscus
queenly in yellow
and dainty buds in a shrub.
Rather than let them fall on the ground
and be swept among crusty leaves,
or worse, be unseen by regular passers
whose awe has thawed
I thought in a vase on the dining table
and another where I work
they will further blossom
making one heart sing
and a day differ.
Such loveliness
that their Creator lets hover
on His hand-picked child.
