Springtime In the State of Texas

If you stroll a wild colored garden Down thin and dappled paths; Where bluebonnets bloom on Spring’s black floor, And mockingbirds above are happily singing, see New limber-legged colts and calves dancing in the sun, And chartreuse baby leaves pasted to gnarly live oak trees, While spirals of gnats like tiny dusters move across the land. Blue brooks rippling and giggling from rain’s both storm and tease. And then An infant black cloud blows a shadow across the sand; Prickly pears burst and bloom one on one like an amoebic flower; A trail of smoke and smells from a miles away evening kitchen; Tired working horses and fence mending riders wending home. It’s Springtime in the State of Texas