Pristine Spring Morn...
A pristine Spring morn,
balmy air filled with childlike expectation.
Fresh hopes and aspirations delicately reflected in the open faces of
Purple and Primrose Pansies.
A Pigeon coos softly,
calling his mate from the tallest and lushest of Evergreens,
happy and confident of his unique place
on this wonderful Planet..
on this wonderful gift of a day.
A dog barks in play,
a little child laughs,
the sweetest of sounds mingling
with eloquent Springtime Birdsong.
Joyful is the air!
Perfumed aroma of incense
wafts and curls in and amongst
this scene of simple but glorious delights.
My Heart is suddenly filled with remembrance,
of treasured times flown by,
when childhood was safe and happy,
my little hand warm and secure in Dad's
as we walked an early morning beach,
gentle, tepid waves lapping at our toes,
and warming sunbeams dancing and sparkling
on the seemingly endless water before me.
I sigh deeply and give heartfelt thanks
for the compassionate gift of memory...
and for this delightful day
unfolding with all the sweetness and mystery
of a secret Promise....
hug
Kathy
budd
This poem reminds me of one who has awakened from all the sadness of winter, with its dismal shades of gray, then stepping across the threshold that separates two different worlds into a land where all is perfect and will continue to be that way forever. You have caused my eyes to open wide, be still and listen, smell the freshness in the air, feel the warmth of a father's love, and taste the newness of life. This is simply splendid, Diana, and I am filled with joy as I read it time and again.
Hugs,
David
of treasured times flown by,
when childhood was safe and happy,"
What a good feeling................as I remember.......
Love ya!
Jane
the excitement of smell...sound...strength
of a Spring morning.
Every moment of life's precious...though
never more splendid then...the "pristine
Spring morning"...with delicious air...served
by the fresh breeze of morning wind...reward
for discomfort of the cold...long...winter time.
This Spring is for you Diana. Enjoy it!
Regis
Pristine the ambiance of Spring..mystery of a secret Promise.
Delightfully penned.
Lady Mary Ann
Sandie
Ron