A sunless Winter morning might discourage.
However, I find nothing more absolutely pleasing
than to pause, even linger at length,
at the sight of a well formed,
white Birch by herself,
in the very center
of an empty field.
As she slept, she was gently clothed
with a blanket of fresh fallen snow.
Alone myself, I could understand her nature.
Still, I stood spellbound by her innocence,
knowing she never made request,
or spoke a word to complain of her chill,
as I would have.
Nettled with the monochrome, I determined
a splash of color should enhance her beauty.
I began to imagine a brainish Blue Jay
who might perch for perspective,
or a Cardinal pair may flutter in to cuddle
and rest their tired selves upon a limb.
Perhaps, my eyes might happen
on a final golden leaf, held tight
through Autumn's Twilight,
as it bent and twisted
in unseeable breezes,
and suddenly broke free
from this new mantle,
just to catch my eye.
Imperfectly, I thought
to make more perfect
What right have I?
Already well pleased in her condition,
she did not appear weighed down.
She was generously given what she needed.
Changes were noticeably unnecessary.
With her, I shared a moment of humility.
As I turned to walk away
I saw her limbs reach high to applaud
the fine skill of her Maker.