Fingers of light
Left splotches on earth
And speckled the forest floor
And the breeze through the pine
Sang a silky tune
A song I had heard once before;
It rose and fell
And filled my heart
With a quiet and peace never known
And scented the air
With a deep, woodsy smell
And helped plant the seeds to be sown;
How hushed and still
The forest became
And my mind in a calm did sink
When I saw just ahead
A small tiny thing
All lovely and bright and pink;
I walked on ahead
And discovered the pink
Was a flower of delicate hue
And a bright spot of sun
Shone down from above
On this flower so bright and new;
A Ladyslipper it was
So lovely, alone
Growing hushed among giant trees
And it's fragile beauty
I often recall
When deep in December's freeze....
© by M. Linda Steffey
