Spring was full of bounty!
So much grandeur for the eyes.
Some mysteries were answered,
others remain in Nature's keep.
Nature's secrets and clues.
I believe they're limitless.
With each answer, another layer,
pealed back, another puzzle.
Beneath the leaves,
or kneeling in the grass.
Admiring fresh wings in the skies.
This perpetual conversation.
Can you hear Nature's whisper?
Does it beckon you?
Sometimes, though, I hear her cry.
Are we hearing? Are we listening?
There is, I believe, great peace,
but also sadness in Nature's embrace.
Through all the seasons,
she still manages to carry me.
Link: Overturned
© 2009 Mike McDowell
