Fay Slimm.

Small Beginnings.

 

Small Beginnings.

A brilliant gem of an early morning
is calling to me,
outside is dawning a diamond-day.

Jadest of green grow grass-spears
unfolding between
shimmer of new pearly dewdrops.

While woodwardly and hidden are
bell-heads of sapphire
sporting soft caps of heavenly blue.

Peeking at me the flash of emerald
as snowdrop perfection
adorns its shy petals in taller green.

Tiny round eyes of daisying bloom 
near golden celandine 
embroidering beauty over the lawn.       

What more resources of glory could
ever there be than
an opulence growing under my feet.

Earth-love begins warning me never
to despise the small
beginnings for such riches increase.

In affording time spent on rewards
by collecting freely
hidden Spring-wealth I find fortunes.