Upon a Moment
2012© Olan L. Smith
I love the song of the chickadees
As they traverse trunks of trees.
It is a lovely season, spring.
In a glen I hear a cowbell's resounding ring
Wafting on breezes, a gift of nature's air;
I look upon the sky's blue glare,
"Who would bid such beauty adieu?"
Alas, storms will come and dawn will present dew;
Buds bloom and blossom — color's richness unveil
In our presence, upon the moment we must avail.
A poet sits upon a hillock; placing hand in purse
She removes a quill and pens a verse
While below an artist with colors of oil
Dabs his brush on canvas and paints; his easel buttressed in rich soil.
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Journey Home
PoetryJourney Home c.2013, Olan L. Smith Journey Home is a collection of poems that is a personal search for my spiritual home. I go about this search with the tools of poetry using the English language as my map. Love, peace and freedom, Olan L. Smith
