So small as I am now
from great heights of heaven
what a sight I must be.
Three fold variety,
hundred and fifty in all,
evergreen Hedge of Protection;
backdrop for kaleidoscope colors.
Glorious sun shines,
casting its matron warmth,
shaming the likes of Apollo
with radiant, pregnant afterglow.
Nature’s own living pond
brimming with bustled activity,
young and old together
prepare cornucopia of plenty.
Thirteen turtles, that eye can see.
Muskrat builds as a busy bee.
Woodchucks, with four pups,
fasten the hatch of winter lodge.
Doe and her two fawns
bed behind the trees,
naive to my watching eye
graze and wade in shallow pools.
Crane in flight swoops down,
gazing upon saccharine prize;
Will frog or minnow make treat?
Indecision's in her eyes.
Crows in distance call to friends,
Blue Jays fight at feeders,
frisky feline, once in lap
in stealth sets up her trap.
Here I sit in solitude
dwarfed by it all.
Feelings of insignificance
within limits; feeling small.
What a sight I must be
from great heights of heaven
so small as I am now.
J DeBellis 09/19/09