A Friendly Reminder

My River Birch has swelling buds First signs of coming spring So tiny and so delicate With bright red fuzzy rings A few of last years cones, dark brown, Through lush green needles, peek, At singing birds in camoflage A game of hide and seek The daffodils have yet to bloom Their countdown has begun Green sprouts are turning yellow As they reach toward the sun Sweet aromatic fragrance Of the fresh cut lavender Explodes and permeates the air Spring's sweet ambassador. A southern breeze, soft and warm Like breath, a silent sage It's nature's way of telling me It's time to turn a page. by Daniel Turner