It just won’t fit
Most of the things I really love
just will not fit in my pocket.
The long thin red-orange arms
the mighty ocotillo that line
the highway on the drive to Phoenix
like flaming torches across the desert floor
I carry their beauty in my heart and mind
because they will not fit into my pocket.
An ornately colored Cactus Wren comes to rest
inside a wide golden ring of bright yellows flowers
that encircle the top edges of a short barrel cactus.
their splendor fills my eyes with wonder and heart with joy
The bird growing restless looks and me and flies away
and the cactus just will not fit into my pocket
so I file it away in my memory with all the others.
Nature has always provided a source of wonder and awe
from that that first snow flake to the raging rivers,
to the long line of white capped waves extending
as far as you can see caressing the waiting shoreline
to the mighty cliff side dwellings of Mesa Verde and
the Pit-houses that preceded them truly a sight to see.
Even though I find so many wonderful things
in this spectacular garden in which we live
Nature continues to capture my awe and my love.
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