Saturday, March 31, 2012

Poem: Riches

Riches
For John and Susie 

Common Yarrow and Morning Glory,
Buckbrush and Black Sage,
Indian Paint Brush and Sweet Pea.
These riches and more we discovered
On our sunny Thursday morning
Irish Hills hike while others worked.
And along the creek-side path
A symphony of honey bees
Buzzing through the head high lilac
On either side of the trail,
A rich musical escort. 

What price for these riches?
A slightly shorter, safer stride?
The ritual sunglass to trifocal exchange
To explore the wildflower manual?
The daily negotiation with this or that
Rebellious joint? The protective hat?
An extra layer against the light breeze?
A small price for such riches on a Thursday morning,
A small price to know such bliss.

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