The Daisy
In my bed.
Winter blahs.
Colorless ground
Icy jaws.
I poke my head
Timidly forth.
I see some green
I feel some warmth.
I stretch my tendrils
Toward the sky.
Spindly spikes
Reaching high.
Slowly my body
Unclenches, unfurls
Displaying a wonder
Color and curls.
I dance in the breeze
In joyous abandon
I bow and I spin
Appearing quite random.
But when I pause
In the sunshine of life
I see the most wondrous
Sight of my life.
Right here, in my bed,
While I flitted, oblivious,
Was done a miracle
Not usually privy us.
For far as I looked
To my left and my right
My front and my back
In day and in night.
Fields of color
Pastel, neon, bright.
All posing and twisting
To find the best light.
I bow to their beauty
They bow back in kind
Diversity fills
My sight and my mind.
Some neighbors are dark
Some shorter, some tall
Some petals reach up
Some bend, swoop and fall.
Some dropped by a bird,
Some planted with love,
But all finding life
From the Source up above.
I'm thankful for color
In every direction.
I'm thankful for difference
Not boring reflection.
Joyful integration.
But more work ahead.
My neighbors and I
Hope to make our bed spread!
So take it from me
The humblest of flower
In difference is strength,
A rainbow has power!
Love is the key;
With light always sow.
And life will be fruitful,
Your kingdom will grow.
2nd place in theme #7 colors, judged 1/28/2016
Copyright © Cindi Rockwell | Year Posted 2015
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