B r e a t h e t h e f r e s h - n e w - c l e a n s e d a i r
Here follows a tribute to the simple beauties of Spring, those cherished gifts that lift my soul...
Chorus upon chorus of singing peepers-
Tiny voices that pierce the night with songs....
R a i n falling, pooling, forming rivulets...
swelling streams and bursting banks with a driving force.
P e t r i c h o r -- scent of drops on dusty earth
Brighter, softer mornings
The rooster crowing at the dawn
Bluer skies and greener grass
Infant life -- nimble fawns, fragile fledglings, toddling kittens...
shy daffodils slowly lifting sunny smiles from hiding
The first wild flowers- coltsfoot, dandelions, and paintbrushes...
Chalk and bubbles
The scent of rain on sidewalk pavement
Misty, foggy mornings in the valleys...
heavy silver curtains draped over woodlands....
Dew on the grass ~
intricate spider webs laced with that dew
Morning ventures out into the unknown, fresh air and pale sunshine to greet me
Ooze of mud between my toes
Touch, scent of fresh garden earth scooped in my hands
Earth beneath my bare feet
Noisy geese returning to this land
Red-winged black birds
Robins
Finches
Chickadees
Sparrows
Sleeping with the window open, to the hum of the crickets
and the caress of a night breeze
Singing birds -- in the morning
Twittering birds -- in the afternoon
Murmuring birds -- in the twilight
Budding trees
Climbing trees
Colors seeping into every living thing
Warm sun on my face
Gardens worked and planted
seeds sewn
Crocus -- Tulip -- Iris -- Hyacinth
Cartwheels and somersaults
Taking walks at dusk
Prayers of thanks for Winter's end
Overwhelmed at the blessing of another year, another cycle of life,
renewed in my mind and refreshed in my spirit,
nostalgic for bygone days like these, and hungry for new.
I n s p i r e d
h e a r t s w e l l i n g
t e a r s f a l l i n g
w i t h t h e r a i n
