Gene-rations
A nature poem
by Rowan Blair Colver
As rosy petals mature to soften,
Their hues that ripen in shade,
And slowly their faces fold open,
Sweet perfume swirls in the glade.
Friendly daisy lattice stretches,
Encouraging butter cups and wort,
Web of roots as ground wet flexes,
Absorbing with their sunny thoughts.
Fungal rings that span the field,
In patches of prints made by wind.
Entrap the daylight on earlier days warmth,
Now cast down in twirl and spin.
Singing winged melodic and proud,
The birds still call as canopies rust.
A magpie shouts to address the crowd,
As days grow short in each other we trust.
So one by one the wild things turned,
With knowledge of tomorrows yield,
Each life that takes a portion well earned,
Will share the gift with the autumn field.
Trees drop fruit and leaf to the ground,
Rivers provide as rain returns from the sky.
Creatures keep abundance in stocks all year round,
Providing for their families and others from nearby.
Some will pass to meadows told,
Fabled places when all things go,
Their spirits live in the forests of old,
Whisked away by the passing snow,
And soon the days will lengthen in light,
Things will emerge from their wait.
Arrival of eyes from the blanket of white,
And new leaves for the roots begin to awake
Rowan Blair Colver
