A leaf, a source of meditation,
In it carries all creation.
What mighty hand did each cell call,
To cluster, curl, spend, fall.
An appointed time to end the seam
To color, myriads of green.


Yes, Iíve heard of photosynthesis.
Who accepts that only repeats, limits, fences.
How awed am I, you little green leaf,
Who gave the will to pen this rhyme sheaf.






© By Norma (Twi1ite@sbcglobal.net)



 






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Reverie

Field Of Dreams

March

February

The Winter Wind

Pecking Disorder

Our Part

Haiku: Flowers


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