A peach’s flesh is sunset-hued
Its fiery edges cool, bleeding to a darkened red
At its juice-slicked core.
Morning rays lather a leaf
It captures their glow, swells with illumination,
Frolics at its zenith, and hurls them beyond itself,
Lending them its green, a borrowed grace.
A bristled frond of grass is sheathed in icy lace
Starry patterns spangle its feathered stem
Blooming there in silent filigree of glass.
A child is a bright sprout of joy
A flicker of clambering movement at play
Whose features ripple into an exultant smile–a crowning glory–
Through which a jubilance eternal leaps.
How can so small a thing
Show forth the glory
Of so great a God?
Allison,
Such a beautiful image of a leaf shinning forth God’s glory! I love your style of “beginning with the everyday and ending in the infinite”. Keep imagining and writing. Alberta
Thanks, Alberta! I had a lot of fun writing this poem, and I’m glad you had fun reading it.
So cool! Thanks, Allison. Keep writing–you still have a month!
My very favorite is the winter scene!!! Absolutely beautiful with a most beautiful poem!!!!!!
Thank you!!!