I feel the earth rebelling
From the pain that we have caused.
Its mountains bloodied
Its trees denuded
Its water degraded
And yet when Spring arises
Its fragrance breathes me in
The survivor trees give birth to snowflake petals
White, pink, purple, sweet perfume
Sun peeks out.
A rainbow blooms
Muted, misty, hanging in the sky
Like a lantern of color
Grateful for the reprieve….
By Rita Miller on a very windy rainy day with petals flying 4/19/14