forest ready
yet
foliage poor
rhododendrons to the south
mossy heather upon the
jagged moor
whatever the romantic panorama
can scatter
it is a flower basket
amid the many splashes of
sunshine
that matter
committing glorious landscapes
to the eye of the most enchanted
beholder
view me the sea of color sings
and our eyes make like
hands
and paint for the mind
such amazing, splendid things
why, beginning for me
with this very poem..........................
(Dec. 14, 2008 752am)