Beauty, splendrously attractive,
Ravishing and radiant,
Engages all my senses
As I open garden gate.
Trees, vying for attention,
Have resplendent, springtime wear
That dispatches sweet perfumery,
Attracting bees to everywhere.
Knowing I must mind my manners, since
I have entered Paradise,
Noting all the fresh spring greenery
Giving thanks for world so nice.
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2016