STILL LIFE 

Nature just
throws down
 its forms 
wllly-nilly:
 branches,
pinecones, 
needles 
and leaves.

Nothing, though,

in this wild terrain

is lost or discarded.

It is simply

re-arranged.

Though random

the array,

the textures, shapes

and colors of these 

earth-scraps lie

next to each other

with the grace and beauty

of any still life.

What if we are

like these stray bits of

branch, seed and leaf?

What if we are not

 a season's

scattered debris

but are merely 

nestled within a nest

we have yet to sense or see?

What if everything

about our lives is

as it should be...

and is exactly where

the deft hand of 

an invisible Artist

meant to put it?