OAK LEAF
The grace of an Oak leaf resides
In her being so ungraphable -
Because intentional? -
Rather random, fractal
Veins akin to a Kallima’s wing.
She is one of a kind, besides,
Being shaped in ways unlaughable;
She is phenomenal:
Such beauty, to think that all
She does is catch the sun and rain.
As seasons turn, she falls on the side
Of a deserted anthill or a swale.
Yet I, a dreamer, will
Carefully keep her, preserving Fall
Between pages of my book – unpained
Where your letter is -- unanswered --
Now turned brittle, bright like Amber.
TOAST!
If sunlight had never kissed the face of Earth there
Would have been no word “breathe” or “mirth.”
No Spring to rouse the old Cherry blossoms,
No breeze-blown pappi of Dandelions.
Red Roses would not have been born at all,
No salve from honey for Snake-bites fatal.
What a plight for us without photosynthesis!
No hay, no Cats chasing Mice, no cheese.
No salads to crunch, no female giving milk,
No chocolate, no ice cream, no dream of Elks.
No Cucumber pickles, no Coffee, no Kimchi;
No armies waging war against the Nazi.
Parks - quite dismal, no Tai Chi in view
Like dusk-shadow dances, no Edison crew.
No campers trek through California Redwoods,
No gardener’s fork or spoon or jade sod.
No Penguins playing on vast Arctic slopes,
No fire truck siren, no two-year-old “Nopes!”
No poems, no tales, in this sunless scape.
No fireflies for white phosphorus to trade.
How blessed we are by the sun’s golden thread!
Birds sing through the seasons, our hearts warmly fed.
Raise your glasses of red wine (or green Tea),
Toast to our Glorious Sun and Emerald Canopy!
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