Connie Yost (5/27/38 / Reed City, Michigan)
Bustling Mother Nature
She brightens the sky with magnanimous blue,
And lightens the clouds till they're airy and few.
She lengthens the radiant beams of the sun,
Assigning more hours to it's heavenly run.
She summons the moon for a polish and shine,
And bustles around until everything's fine.
She tosses the foam on the mighty Great Lakes,
Conjures belated small flurries of flakes.
She welcomes the raucous return of the crow,
And washes away scuzzy patches of snow.
She hustles the cricks and overgrown rivers,
Gives early-bird robins occasional shivers.
She rocks budding branches and evergreen boughs,
Awakens black bears, the new cubs and the sows.
She beckons to deer at their beds in the thickets,
Composes new riffs for tree toads and crickets.
She coaxes the crocus to blithely appear,
Displaying her first cheery blooms of the year.
She's awesome, resplendently, gorgeous, and kind,
Since years of the ancients, her wisdom refined.
She's troublesome, messy, convulsive and cruel,
Man's often subdued by her petulant rule.
We cannot control her, such knowledge denied,
Our choice is to love, respect, and abide.
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