I rose with marked anticipation
seeking nature’s orchestration
Someone new had joined the brass
a painted, fiery violet lass
How brilliant!
Closer now, I need to see…
Oh yes!
There you are, I knew you’d bee
To see your face
in this wondrous place
is a treasure!
How can one measure
the worth of the earth’s
generosity~
her ferocity
astounds!
Would that I could follow you
and touch her face the way you do,
collecting gold for distribution~
Where, then, is the attribution
you deserve?
I see you,
I hear the whirring of your wings,
an aria without horn or strings,
a breath in the cacophony~
Nature’s ancient symphony
Cheryl Pennington
Copyright words and images
2023