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!
3 comments:
And welcome the brilliance of the Creator! Beautiful tribute, my friend!
Hugs!
Chris
You must really "Love" yardwork.....LOL
Some call me the rose man
some call me a yard fool
but when my garden blooms
they all just drool
hee hee
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