Today\'s Poem.
As my pen hovers above clean paper I ask
what elegance will awe me as light rouses
dawn to nature\'s sessions of fresh happenings.
Yet nothing I scribe could be half as exciting
while in those first throws of morning\'s glory
gray turns to mauve when the sun begins rising.
Then autumn\'s remaining red rose
genuflects
in petally gratitude for daylight
as marigolds
flutter their yellow and nod to
one sparrow
who lands on top of dew-wet
geranium heads
and stops without any wobble
to slake a thirst.
Legs astride as he bends to sip my heart sighs
in marvel at bird-agility then as tiny wings flail
feathers reflect to perfection sky\'s pale pink lighting.
Oh yes, he is today\'s poem I will try to write.