Imperceptible

 

So many things slip by, unnoticed

barely seen with the naked eye:

one day all is barren and cold

sepia-toned in brown and beige;

then coaxed from sleep, so nature yawns­—

the resting lawn returns to green

forsythia dons her yellow dress

dogwood and cherry follow suit.

Yet all is lost to the busy minds

caught up in work and counting hours,

no time to hear the wind in the trees

nor see the sun calling to the flowers.

And in the course of a blink of an eye

in what could be moments, or merely hours,

leaves burst forth in golds and greens

as once more nature deals her hand

with nary a nod from the likes of man.

 

© Ginny Brannan 2024

For Day 15 going "freestyle" without a prompt. 

Photo: by author "Apple Blossoms"