LOOK
        (for Doris)

       by Leslie Clark

Look.  Look.  Watch it as it passes.
The golden slanted sunlight of an August afternoon.
Wildflowers weave their colors all along the country roads.
A slow buildup of thunderheads, rimmed with rosy fire.
Trees in emerald glory stand as guardians for the land.

Look. Look. Watch it as it passes.
The calf and dog press noses shyly through the fence.
Birds perch upon the wires and celebrate with song.
Deer reflect forever in the dark pools of their eyes.
Foxes disappear in darkness along a flowing stream.

Look. Look. Watch it as it passes.
Champagne to be drunk at reunions of the family.
Warm light in eyes of husbands as they gaze upon their wives.
The bent old women still engaged with purpose, doing good.
There’s no time for complaining if we only pause to look.