by Kimberley Linstruth-Beckom

Created on: October 30, 2008

The Olive Branch

There were a few peaking out,

They were mostly yellow

And orange from what I

Could see between the puffs

Of gray and white.

The beams of orange

Went on a search

While the puffs became misty eyed.

They both touched and formed

A rainbow of blue, purple,

Red and yellow.

I grabbed a loose branch of leaves

So the mist wouldn't get me.

The branch was new fallen

With its leaves just turning

Into that deep olive green.

A caterpillar appears

To say hi from the leaves.

It's beginning to stream now

Instead of mist.

A feeling of peace came over me.

I soaked in all of the beauty.

For that moment, I knew

I was not alone.

He will always be there.

He is as constant as this rain.

The caterpillar jumps up

On its hinds as if to agree.

The caterpillar knows

We are equals with His love.

And when this day is long,

Forgotten by us both,

That branch and that day

Will still be a memory.

It's been years since

I thought of that day.

I just wish I could

Get back the smell of April.

It's been too long since

I splashed in puddles.

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