Tiniest Glimmers
The first signs of spring—
the lily of the valley
bordering the garden.
The faint sounds of baby birds:
tiniest glimmers
of the beauty that surrounds us
daily.
The green foliage,
a tapestry of wonders.
Feel the soft mound beneath your feet.
A butterfly—
a sign of life—
flutters away.
In the distance, the sound of a baby’s cries—
a miracle
surrounded with hope.
The clouds, so light and fluffy,
a different dimension—
eyes peering down on us.
Tiniest glimmers.
Copyright © Lise Clendening | Year Posted 2025
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