A rose bud of beauty appears on the scene scented full of essence
two cellophane wings clinging to the petals of a sweetie floret
life becomes new again as spring resurges with sunlit liquescence
Springtime jewels enhanced by the blaze of a salubrious ray
glitters of the morning placing us among the living once again
acquiescent rebirth, we can finally envision a beautiful day
Baseball fields, cracking bats and whooping laughter glances
children playing in fields of flowers restored, revived, alive
park bench kisses, moonlit walks and balcony romances
Soon the days will seem much longer, as we stroll delightful
wildlife will re-echo her song, and we'll feel powerful ,
once again.
No matter how chaotic it gets, or how hopeless it seems, spring is somehow still there in the middle of it all. Winds of March we welcome you, there is work for you to do. Work and play and blow all day, blow the winter wind away. Enjoyed your thoughts. Peace... rlc
There's nothing like the rebirth of spring. When we had three days of freeze that was unprecedented in over 150 years, almost all of our plants were decimated. But some seem to have been much hardier than others. Our pansies never blinked an eye with their cute little faces turned to the cold sun, they flourished throughout. Our roses were nipped to the bud, but when trimmed have burst out with new leaf indicating a bumper crop of red and yellow roses to come. Sadly, tropics like our papaya, did not survive. But, the seeds that gave us those two large plants with many many fruit, are still in the ground to spring free again for another try.
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