The weeds sparkle like yellow diamonds, dancing in the morning sunlight After a cold dark night, lit only by the sparkling stars and the tiniest sliver of a moon Now rejoicing for warmth, for light, for another day Unfolding before us…
Gratefulness We survived the night And the day before Uncertain as what would time would hold Yet we were there standing Looking, waiting, observing Which birds would fly by today Would they choose me to land Would they find their prey under my nesting Would the deer come to graze And perhaps choose me for nutrients Or for their bed Would the coyotes trample over me Would I still be standing by morning Or would the world take me The wonderings, the worries All I can do is stand here Proudly showing the world my best self Feeling the wind, the cold air, the warmer air And very cold air again Day after day Night after night
The snow falls The sun shines The moon rises Days go by I hold here Openly Patiently For the hopes of spring And new growth What will I gain from the earth And offer back to the world So much uncertainty Unknowing Without controlling The animals, the birds, the sky I stand here Presently, bravely, with courage This day In the morning sunlight And sparkle like yellow diamonds
I too am a weed, May I sparkling like yellow diamonds.
February 2020