Oh, blossoms of sweet scented thought;
as I stand amidst this brilliance
of Spring, you burst from the hide
a tempting foray of luscious hues.
The blue jay tweeting its' song
while the robin pulls on the worm
and more life rises from the garden
anew, with a touch from the creator.
I stand in awe focused on the rose,
the violets, tulips, pansies and lillies
all massaging the soul to a crescendo.
Its' orchestrations the "epitome of serenity",
sing a peaceful fulfillment of passion's desire.
And as I stand here leaning on my rake;
debris from winter's nap surrounds and helps
me welcome the Serenity of Spring!
And welcome the brilliance of the Creator! Beautiful tribute, my friend!
ReplyDeleteHugs!
Chris
You must really "Love" yardwork.....LOL
ReplyDeleteSome call me the rose man
ReplyDeletesome call me a yard fool
but when my garden blooms
they all just drool
hee hee