I SIT AND WATCH

 

I SIT AND WATCH

Drops of water on the Rose of Sharon, 

last night’s summer rain, 

sparkle like diamonds 

in dawn’s early light.

A breeze stirs the garden’s flowers, 

shaking off the fallen rain, absorbs the moisture, 

and stores it on a passing cloud, to share another day, 

with flora and fauna, 

many, many, miles away.

Daisy Fleabane going to seed 

shakes its heads,

and opens its sleeping flowers , 

a greeting to the morning hour.

Like the troubadours of old, 

Robin sings his morning song.

Buzzards drift lazyily in the morning sky, 

searching for things that may have died. 

Mourning Doves, 

greet the morning with a coo.

Crows ever vigilant, 

hunger driven. 

watch, 

and listen. 

I sit, and watch, and listen, 

as Nature rails at our revisions, 

struggling to hold together 

other’s visions.

This world we think as ours,

torn apart by indecision,

on the brink of extinction,

greets our morning with forlorn.

I close my eyes so I can see, 

what I’d would like to see,

and listen.......