My Mother always loved the spring. This poem is dedicated to her memorey

Spring Memories

To my mother who loved the spring and picking may flowers

Spring Memories

Ice retreating on the lakes
Geese back from the south
Pussy willows , for goodness sakes
Fresh fried trout in my mouth

Bright crisp and longer days
Warm darker shorter nights
The edge of forest the deer plays
With no fear of hunters sights

Foaming suds in rushing streams
Sparkling as diamonds on icy rocks
Making rainbows as in dreams
While in forest boughs a squirrel mocks

May flies swarm on crystal Lake
Frogs start singing their love song
The eerie sound two loons make
Nature’s thankful winter’s gone.

Mayflowers blossom along forest trail
Patches of snow glisten in the trees
Warm sun in winter’s coffin drives the nail
As old man winter falls to his knees.

Spring is natures starting gate
Life fresh and now renewed
All God’s creatures court and mate
Ah, spring morning , fresh coffee brewed !!



by Luke

Author's Comments:
"I love spring in Nova Scotia"