Nuance of Spring

I beckon nature to play her Symphony of Spring when everything comes alive, revived once more. When resident avian will have a chorus as backup, perched along limbs and branches of aged oaks, arrayed in dresses the hue of sage leaf green. All keen to witness the budding and blooming, the heavenly scented perfuming of the season and the reason sweet nectar is temptingly teasin' to the biggest hive of honeybees I've ever seen. Willows will soon be sweeping nearer the flowing river, the giver of life into which their tears fall as they weep. Their slim limbs will quiver as they touch the ground. In the distance I'll hear the sound of baby lambs baahing and the la la laing of children's laughter as they run around enjoying warmer weather; their cries of joy... unbound. I'm ready to listen for the wind's soft melodies to play in the evening as twilight falls at the end of the day. Some say its then, night critters call in search of a mate for the fate of their existence depends on the songs they use to serenade the silvery moon all night long. They will boldly sing when they take to wing, always at the command of Nature. At her behest, never in jest...an idle request when cicada awake and do their best cricket knee mime to sound like chimes clinking in rapid rhythm upon magnolia trees. I'll focus with ears alert and constantly listening as I sit on my back porch swing, sipping sweet tea. Gentle rain will have my flower garden glistening. Frogs will ribbit in sync and fireflies will quickly blink their taillights like stars hovering near the ground. I'll love the sound of a loon calling to be romanced, her seductive chant will be enhanced by the scent of sweet jasmine blossoms. It's a time when everything will become a part of the nuance; the beauty of Spring.