Upon the Breath of Spring
Winter's white coverlet has finally melted away
from over my garden's sleeping botanical beds.
Babes from crocus bulbs peek above the ground
on this sun filled morn, warmly greeted by golden rays.
Zinnias of every color sway upon the breath of Spring.
Flowers are burgeoning with layers of petaled blooms.
Thus far in this refreshing season, gentle breezes have
gently bleated like a lamb. Morning dew now serves to
quench the budding thirst of climbing roses as they wake
from dormant slumber. Upon the zephyr wind wafts the
sweet scents of Nature's blended perfumes, and I feel
in harmony with the land that makes me want to sing!
Soon, April will be along with her rain-filled watering
cans to replenish the earth's reservoirs at the command
of dahlia and peonies, whose tall stems need a drink to
stand erect. From my window, I see a wave of goldenrod
in the meadow, for God has not forgotten the need of lilies
in His fields.
Wisteria, both lavender and white, hug my garden wall.
Sometimes I wonder if the vine's entwining arms are
preventing it from falling. Today, I saw a pair of blue jays
nesting there, and hungry robins pecking the earth to
capture a plump worm or two.
There's something special about Spring that reassures me
that no matter what ugliness takes place in the world,
beauty is all around us, renewing our hope for brotherhood.
March 7, 2022
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Copyright © Jenna Logan | Year Posted 2022
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