Sweet pea, Apple blossom, Anemone, Brodea,
Peach blossom, Amaryllis, Delwood, Freesia,
Ranunculus, Calla lily, Bird of Paradise.
I think each of these smell very nice.
Needing more, these are a must.
Gardenia, Hollyhock, Narcissus,
Tulip, Wax flower, Seeded Eucalyptus.
I’m neither gardener nor a green thumb.
Must I say it, I’m rather flower dumb.
Every flower I plant quickly begins to fade.
Where to plant, what to plant, I don’t know the trade.
Alas I try every year to have a great show,
Not a lack of effort, just a lack of know.
Now if you see me in the yard digging in the dirt,
Ask God a prayer for the plants not to hurt.
Because each year I do ask God to forgive me,
Even though I fail, I’m a Springtime Wannabe.
Inspired by the contest Flowers of Spring (not an entry)
Shadows, shadows, big or small, I see them all around
Kissed by the morning sun, they come out all over the ground
We seek shade in some of these shadows from rain and sun
Clouds make them disappear; they come out with the sun
These clouds are reflections, dark, they stand still, walk or run
They grow longer and deeper, the sun moves down the sky
Aiming to reach the evening sun, these shadows merge in darkness
Blessed by the sun, they lived long or short, their day is over
Come another day, new shadows spring with joy in all directions
Taken for granted these shadows, I find in them our reflections
Blessed by the God like the rising sun, we live to see our day
At our evenings, God takes us with Him; some other sees a new day
In spring began the resurrection of
My faith and body, psyche, and my mind;
Again from God above I had found love--
I never dreamed that life could be so kind.
The summer was my adolescent time
When I discovered lust for someone else.
It was quite innocent and so sublime
Yet much of it was guided by impulse...
When autumn came, my years were waning then;
I knew my time on earth would be cut short.
I realized that I would die, but when?
Would I face God in His judicial court?
In winter they lay me in my own tomb;
Unpleasantness had taken its harsh toll.
My soul returned within its doom and gloom;
I needed once again to be made whole.
I love the seasons
spring, summer, autumn winter or fall
I love the seasons for the Lord God made them all
I love the snow so fluffy and white
and the summer sun so warm and bright
I love the new flowers in spring
the pretty colors and the sweet fragrance that they bring
I love the autumn when the leaves start to fall
I love the seasons for the Lord God made them all.
All things bright and beautiful.