The Nordic Spring Is In Full Bloom
The small orioles from Tennessee have
migrated North, their yellow breasts
match the bright daffodils in the grove,
in the meadows, or in the plain's vastness.
It's very late April and the Nordic spring is
in full bloom today; there's little to envy,
although the deep South has more beauty
and warmth than of all New York springs.
Cherry and apple trees show much vibrancy,
eastern bluebirds gather in their branches
and chat among themselves, a language
they only understand; I love the diversity
of species that dwell here in modern age...
without their presence Nature laments.
Over the years the landscape hasn't changed,
the calmness and the lively mood persist;
if this isn't Paradise, which other place is?
I stroll under the scented blossooms that
undulate spreading more delightful wafts...
while butterflies and bees seem captivated.
Wait until sunset paints everything in red,
scarlet roses and lilacs will blend so eloquently,
making it resemble a red sea from inland;
here's where I like to lay down for the eternity.
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