The smell of spring fills the air,
stirring the birds to purpose,
and prompting a distant lawnmower...
Color bursts from the earth,
and calls to the bumblebee and soul alike.
Who can resist their splendor?
Who wouldn't stop and linger?
The sun poses on its beautiful blue canvas,
and cotton clouds ride the sweet breeze,
as hope is graciously renewed once again.
2 comments:
Beautiful! :o)
In both word and image, it has been a welcome stop for my tired eyes and heart. So poetic . . . thank you, my friend.
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