A plenitude of gifts privileged us today
and all from one sublime supreme source
when in the morning the sun began drying
days of rain and a cardinal sang its praise
from aloft the crown of a tree bare this
spring day of foliage, the air vibrating with
new life inching out of warming soil. On
our tramp through the forest trails
the red blossoms of maples scattered
on the forest floor, with trilliums and
lilies-of-the-valley, trout lilies and coltsfoot
punctuating the wan landscape with their
promise. Scattering compost born of
kitchen waste aged for years upon my
garden, the comfort of being of and
with the Earth, our home. And there in
broad daylight heedless of all but the
offerings on the porch for neighbourhood birds
and squirrels, taking its share, a raccoon.
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