She Reaches for the Unknown

The sun rose—

stretching her rays

with ghostly fingers reaching   

through trees

trying to touch

things it could not see.

Patience

is her virtue

as time revolves the world

with its possessions. 

Her fingers now touch warmly—

linger on the exposed

she filtrates

layer, by layer, below.

And nature

responses with palpable growth

filling voids past the obvious.