Wednesday, March 15, 2017


What does spring mean to me....

Its not the rain that comes like mist

day after day

that moves me

as much as the glory of the sun

drying up the day-

casting warmth over the earthly beds

to the newly rising

with a morning yawn

sticks of green

I salute

mug in hand

sipping fresh coffee

in the fresh air

with mauve and orange crocus's

and white snow drops

to say a few-

daffodils and tulips

are due


and so

it all begins

with the birth of all things

in some rightful places

and in brilliant

random places-

simple things


the way an unattended yard will fill of dandelions

in a open sea of yellow

so vibrant


you see nothing else-

or like the way my mother will stop

steps behind me

and gaze down at the smallest cluster of Lilies

of the valley

against the edge of the forest

over looking the lake-

where the song birds sing

of spring

calling, calling

to the end of winter

to the end of night

to the end of darkness

for the morning light.


1 comment:

  1. Hello Dee So great to see you once again! Thanks for sharing the beautiful verse of the birth of Spring. I do hope all is well with you and your wonderful family. Much love to all of you my dear friend.