New Life
Riding the clouds,
storms carry me across this vast land.
The earth's beauty is everywhere,
I will always be at home.
It was not so long ago
the leaves were falling.
And now they are new again,
bursting green, beginning.
Illuminated by the sun shining
through changing skies,
a Great Blue Heron flies
low through the air above me.
And carries my eyes to a flock of birds
settling into a cattail marsh.
The ducks don't seem to notice
the majestic cloud filled sky
reflected in the pond's ripples.
They are busy
fluffing their feathers
and wiggling their bottoms.
Calling in the one
to begin new life with.
