Walking The Walk

Walking The Walk

By Jeannette Saylor

meadowlark

 

A butterfly passes the morning glory

preferring spirea or the Angel rose.

Nearby a Maple in October’s breeze

loves its colors spinning free with its whirls.

A hummer dances near the window pane

staring at persons it wants to scold.

The black and red robin is festive today

He believes that Spring is following him.

Alone on the pole is a meadowlark

singing a tune for its mate nearby

And a honey bee, having traveled for miles,

Takes a quick rest on the white garden gate.

Walking today brought all this to me

Bright living colors of nature’s talk.

I smiled since I knew it starts every day

And does not make a dead end stop.

 

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