Ode To Spring
O, sweet silence of Spring,
maple seeds rain down and I am
entranced by music from the trees.
Inhaling the fresh mowed grass,
after the drone of the Cub Cadet
I wake myself with a sneeze.
O, sweet silence of spring.
Squirrel scampers building its nest,
your winds scatter the dandelion.
Blessed you are with no prejudice
regarding weeds and “plants”
watering them all with oblivion.
O, sweet silence of spring,
your rest notes fill in the measures
of the birdsong, the day's invocation.
I rest my eyes on the beautiful
colors of tulips and peonies, becoming
engrossed in thoughts of renewal.
May 6, 2017
Copyright © Reason A. Poteet | Year Posted 2017
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