A Vein of Speckled Gold

Lately I'm noticing
how in the spring everything comes alive
and song birds want to sing
and so do I
so do I
so do I

oh yes, our old friend
the sun
there she is
there she is
there she is

I'm noticing how the grass
the peonies
the weeds
awaken from their slumber beneath the earth
reach for the sun's golden rays
and so do I
so do I 
so do I

I'm noticing the red-shouldered hawk
perched on a maple branch
viridescent buds beneath his talons

ruddy plumage
sharp eyes fixed on the field
to spot the faintest hint of life 

I see him grasp it and fly
and so do I
so do I
so do I

I take a turn about the yard
(Jane Austen would be proud)
train my eyes on the iris poking up through the mud
the ferns unfurling beneath the 
alder trees
bent and broken from the heavy late winter snow
and so am I 
so am I
so am I

I scan the woodline and notice the swath of yellow
at chest height
a vein of speckled gold running through the forest

I scratch a branch and let the Lindera's spicy fragrance 
fill my nostrils
a covert host plant for the swallowtail butterfly

hidden forever in the middle

it takes up space but not too much
fills in the gaps with a subtle beauty

it neither towers nor retreats
perfectly occupying the 
space 
    He 
       measured
          out 
            with 
              his hand

and so do I
so do I
so do I

Soli Deo gloria,

Sara

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Inspired by the prompt, “Lately I’m Noticing,” from an unknown source. Click HERE to read the next one in the series.

For the complete series from the first ever Waffles and Writing Poetry Hop:

A Vein Of Speckled Gold 

Each Day that Remains

Hand In My Fin

Beautiful Boy

Stay tuned for Homegrown Haven next time!