That black snake already claims his place
in the sunshine, lies there like he belongs
on the walkway out front.
 
Soon orange daylilies will bloom the hours  
of summer. Walnuts already flaunt new leaves,  
and the beech tree stands fully caped in green,  
shades the ground below.   
 
Kindness and comfort grow on their own.
Sit awhile, life is slow. Marvel at stalks
of tiny star petals called blue-eyed grass.
Watch red clover grow.   
 
Search for pink lady slipper in the woods.
Weave a smooth tapestry of words and nature,
bumps and bruises show up as beauty features.


© by Mary Ricketson.
Used here with the author’s permission.