Reflecting on a Young Oak Tree
By Don Iannone

The young oak tree primped and prissed
in the mirror of a fresh, sparkling puddle of rain water,
gathered at the edge of our drive,
She was pleased with her crisp green crown,
which fancied itself a lady's green popover hat,
So stately, so appropriate for the occasion of
this ever so slightly cool May morning,
Adorned by a pair of early-feeding cardinals,
a gold finch, and a baby sparrow begging Mom for more food,
the adolescent oak settled into the easy cloudy day
that meant a day off from her usual job of shading the yard,
Cloudy, rain-filled days are ones of reflection for oak trees,
whose enduring wisdom gathers and grows deeply in their roots,
for later sharing with all who search for seasonal truth,
Indeed beauty is truth in the young oak tree,
who gives thanks to the sky for the rain
that feeds what is true in her roots,
Is it any wonder she looks so lovely in her new hat?