Buds

 

Buds

Sparrows

Defy cold

Fickle winter

Sensing springs approach

Something man never could

Having lost touch with nature

Too absorbed with things of this world

He is merely along for the ride

Technology and ignorance stunt him

Now he must live as a passenger

Trusting meteorology

A most imperfect science

To decipher nature

While birds and buds thrive

In harmony

with instincts

That man

Lost

 

~~ Dominic DiFrancesco ~~

 

For Generations To Follow

How subtle the wind blows through my hair,

Like the gentle caress of a lover’s fingers.

I close my eyes, breathing deeply to draw in my ladies scent,

Warmth rushes my face as her sun shines down upon me,

Is there any sensation more wonderful to the soul.

Sparrows melodic song taunts my feet to tapping,

Keeping time, as though the conductor of natures choir.

Swooping with grace and tenacity I spy the redtail hawk as it startles it’s prey,

Continuing a circle of life that long predates me,

Beautiful yet disturbing in it’s raw aggression,

I remain undeterred by my love and admiration.

The river before me rages rapid over falls and boulder,

Sparkling like the queen she is at her coronation,

Teaming with sockeye driven by their spawn,

As I by the serenity of the wonders around me.

Is not the hand of God most perfect in the wielding of his tools,

Neither man nor science could compare.

I lay down in prayer and praise,

To honor and preserve this masterpiece called earth,

For the generations that surely will follow me.

~

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~