Word Picture June 4 2021
The air is still and moist.
Etched into a lush green carpet of lawn,
The pond is a dark sombre mirror
Polka dotted with lily leaves.
It is the magnolia that is magnificent
With its deep magenta buds,
That fade into enormous pale pink blossoms
as they open for business.
Viridian green, olive green, sap green
Satiate the meadow.
To the west, the hawthorn,
Redeems itself in its one week of glory.
Even the cedar and apple trees
Are now in their summer foliage.
A glowing yellow patch of wild mustard
stands in for the forsythia and maples
that have also rejoined the status quo.
Framed by dark green silhouettes of spruce
The distant salt marsh is
Delineated only by the island grave of beloved pets
And the soft hummock of Acadian Dyke.
Beyond, a light ashen veil obliterates
The bay, the far shore and the sky.
This sets direction for our day.
We push aside the future of
Old age, pandemics, global warming,
And savour the tones and textures of today.