A senior oak lifts latticework to dusky sky.
A sunflower beams a perfect center circle,
pollen-coated seed tips arranged – just like that.
The conch shell, belies a spiral swirl within,
but not for me to see
or touch,
and the zinnia bobs a circle of stars on its face-
tiny outstretched arms and yellow touching hands.
A globe to hold in the palm of your hand is the stone
of the avocado,
and the cherry leaf
asserts its zigzag edge to all who care to notice,
while
daffodils sway in unison
announcing spring with boisterous bugles.
Nature offers stars and stairs
and spirals and blares
without fanfare.
You might notice and be awed,
by the shapes that nature draws.
Just Sifting 
I am both awed by your poem and the shapes nature takes. You painted beautiful images with your words and helped me appreciate Nature even more. Thank you.
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Beautiful, nature gives us so much.
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This is my fav line: A globe to hold in the palm of your hand is the stone
of the avocado,
Thank you for sharing!
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I love your poem, I even love the title. I went back and reread the title, filling my mind with your images. Thinking about the times I have attempted, in one way or another, to fill a canvas with the beauty of nature. You succeeded!
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