Spring morning’s dulcet wake up call, Prompts instant recall, Of wordless love songs to Fall. No rush for Spring’s serenade to be over, Nor avoid Summer’s sweet roasting turnover. Instead, a momentary glance into nature’s seasonal refrain, Pleasantly provoked and enjoyed again and again.
Oh budding tulip…the keepsake of the heart, how enchanting your blossom in springtime.
Into a new world; into a new season we spring. Where bluebells and angel’s trumpets ring. Where cheerful Song Sparrows sing, to the delight of everyone listening.
“Now the Earth with many flowers puts on her spring embroidery.” – Sappho
“The deep roots never doubt spring will come.”― Marty Rubin
With no apology, Winter clings to the city, In a blanket of white. Undaunted, Spring Steps up its ordained march, To adorn the earth, With a glorious coat of many colors.
Winter lifts Spring’s veil – As the Dawn, no longer frozen solid, Warms the landscape of our hearts.
Tulips with rosy faces in gardens blush – Their petals color the landscape like nature’s paintbrush. Thundering Spring clouds, herald the ancient call to till the rows – As farmers pray for ploughs And for rain from heaven’s windows. As if in response, sudden Spring showers, water brooks and streams and flowers. All nature standContinue reading “Ode to Spring – A poem”