A poem by Beverly Stock. Originally published on ClassicalPoets.org on December 20, 2018. It can be found here.
See the light after nature's storming,
Mist’s gone, no longer gently forming.
Sun breaks through dark, threatening clouds,
Bright rays of sunlight split stormy shrouds.
Warm beams streaming, light revealing,
Flowers blossom and clouds receding,
Awakening of life in many forms.
Life's routine begins it's subtle norm.
Migration begins for man and beast,
Hastening to increase each heart beat,
All things emerge inspired and replete,
Hope and inspiration bittersweet.
Flummery to nourish, grow and dwell,
Each bagatelle to mate and to quell,
Life's wanting for a new beginning,
Daily oeuvre is life fulfilling.
A sound, as a predator appears,
The circle of life draws ever near.
Beasts continually thrive and grow.
Life's empowered with both grace and woe.
Days come to an end. No clouds appear.
The sky a majestic golden blue, quite clear.
Man and creature reverently sleep,
Awaiting, once again, night's retreat.