Natural World Tapestry

Was it in the fragrance of the grapefruit mint that brushed against my red blush cheeks, or those lilac petal chains on moss-strewn pathways, was it in those rays that dance sequentially across some green flake grecian urn, or the tearful noonday noodle from a seagull’s stricken cry, or that scarlet robin roosting on a grey grain granite wall? For whatever reason nature’s vivid ministry appeared in locust swarms, a tag on aural stimuli to whet one’s dormant vision. Suddenly the golden brook within my compass bared its fountain, each moonstone mountain peak its beacon light, the twig on every tree revealed an olive branch with verdant august wellspring at its cusp. Each sprouting plant became this silver chalice rooted in a centrifugal aliment. When morning shoots at last boldly ripen ironic winter phase blackberries loom above mundane detachment as cold snap iridescence that normally eludes quotidian tides. ''T'' Contest, New or Old Poem Sponsor ; Constance La France This is an old poem submitted to this contest 8th November 2021. It was first entered on Poetry Soup in Brian Strand contest judged March 17th 2020. Title for that contest ; For Whatever Reason