My Morning Walk

Here’s what I saw on this morning’s walk…
Snow!
Lots and lots of snow!
And deer!
Lots and lots of deer!
Dressed in the morning snow
Melting away into a white trailside cathedral
And birds!
Lots and lots of birds!
… a flicker, hugging a tree trunk
… downy woodpeckers, flitting about
… chickadees, darting from snowy twig to snowy twig
… a pileated woodpecker, the avian prize
And tracks!
Lots and lots of tracks!
Dog-like, but not a dog’s
A coyote! A gray ghost, ahead, watching, then trotting away.
And me!
… alone on the snowy path, but not alone
If you know what I mean
This is my Father’s world… 
If you know what I mean…

My Dahlia

I planted

Just at the right time 

Late spring 

A tuber

I waited

It sprouted

Right through the soil

Right on schedule 

Green leaves

I waited

It grew

Taller, branching out

Just as predicted

More green

I waited

It thrived

Basking in the sunshine 

Blooming time approaching 

No buds

I waited

It continued 

Growing in good soil, drinking pure water

Doing what dahlias are created to do with

No flower

No bud

No hope?

Yet, I waited

Then

It budded 

Round, smooth swelling

In anticipation of

A flower 

I waited

I waited

I waited some more

Then

Behind schedule… My schedule?

It bloomed

A single yellow pinwheel of petals

Right on time, the Creator’s time

A gift

Today’s gift. Worth the wait.

Trillium Praise

Subtle spring beauty

Creator’s task accomplished 

Petals raised in praise

Spring’s resurrection 

Petals piercing forest decay

Creation’s wonder

Petals white as snow

Unfolded, airy, praising

Reawakening

“… the morning light, the lily white, declare their Maker’s praise. This is my father’s world.” -Maltbie D. Babcock

Trillium. Today’s gift.