Mindful Places

Bounties advance spring has sprawled Silvery gray skies with powder puff clouds The last decline of winter has since been forgotten Sweet calls embark to gather a mate Reminiscent of yester years Blushing seasons whispering a favorite tune Golden forsythias now nearly in full bloom I remember as a child taking some into my small hand I was filled with sheer excitement to delight my Mother And I did so With teacup parties in my sand box And shovels and pails that scooped a tunnel to forever The familiar smells and comforting sounds The lovely red-breasted robins shagging around Paging out her goodnight weeps As I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep The long awaited wondrous season has begun The day ceased with the closing of the sun