Nature whispers
Are you ok Norm ?
The morning dew
All is calm
The new grown grass
The buzzing bee
The butterfly in flight
All things to see.
The leaves in sunshine
Now caress
The face of Spring
Its skin of glass
Reflecting prism
Of its frame
Its deep veined life
Mine the same.
The honeysuckle
Aroma sweet
No footfalls yet
Upon the street
Its pavements dampness
In steam to rise
In circled voices
To sunlit skies.