by Marita Rahlenbeck
as it wakes up from
It shouts and calls
The birds tweet
The trees are ready to sprout their leaves
for another season.
The grass is ready to turn
green and lush.
All this, for me, the observer.
The lake shape shifts before me;
the water dances many dances
as the wind decides how it wants to play.
The rain falls gently, so gently
it is barely noticeable,
but I hear the gentle and graceful
notes on the earth as the two meet.
All this, for me, the one who listens.
Moments of Silence and Stillness
and then a graceful song from a robin.
Then she’s gone and only a gentle breeze
shows herself to me as the mighty oak
silently waves her branches.
All this, for me, as I watch the world wake up
before my very eyes.
How blessed am I?
Gratitude ~ Gratitude
So much GratitudeHere Women Talk’s writing contest.