Pinetrees Glow

The bees humble the swaying stems
of the radiant grasses. An agitated jay
angrily denounces the injustice of being.
Pinetrees glow in the morning sun, brushy limbs
shimmering in infinitesimal movements of air.
Sunflowers bob from the assault of black and
yellow drones wearing their pollen chaps.

In the dawning it all looks so different.
What appeared irreparable in the dark
now filled with luminous potential.
The sounds that last evening were muted
and dismal today brim with busy confluence.
Taking my coffee and toast to a garden seat,
there’s more to note than to swallow.

Nature’s catalogue of marvels wax
mundane, yet I wear its afterimages
and drape my soul with the perfection.


© 2000 Melissa Songer