A field of brilliant spring green
Luscious yellow and white daffodils
Forsythia branches of brightly colored blossoms
And yes, even the dandelion
Is balm
For winter-clouded eyes.
Have you noticed
In early spring
When trees are still bare of leaves
How dazzlingly bright the sun streams
through their uncovered branches?
Warming the earth,
Waking it from its cold, dark slumber.
Or the abundant hues
Of green and gold
In grass, flower, and hedge?
Yellow
Means hope, laughter, and sunshine.
Green
Is optimism, health, and new beginnings.
In the drab of winter
I forget how radiant
Is the spring.
And every year
I marvel
At its colors, sounds, and effect
On my awed, enraptured soul.
What a lovely poem. π
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ReplyDeleteLovely. And the bird songs! So cheery and springtime sounding.
ReplyDeleteYes, you can't help but feel better when you hear the birds and spring peepers!
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