Millard Lowe Poet Prose Poetry

To a Spring Virginia Morning

To A Spring Virginia Morning.

As the quiet dew
Wet blades of grass grew,
Hungry rays of sunlight
Slowly consumed 
The last morsels of darkness;
Faint echoes of the symphony 
Of frogs and crickets waned in the 
Distance.  The staccato overture
Of chirping, red breasted cardinals
Announced the arrival 
Of the synchronized dawn;
Leaves of ancient trees attested 
Nature’s physical rainbow 
Quantum leaping her celestial spectrum
To supreme expressions:  Exploding colors
Canvassing the terrestrial plane;
True to symbiotic rhythms, all creation coalesced:
Indeed, the spring Virginia morning is for lovers.

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