There's something special in the changing seasons.
Mornings,
beside the bedroom window
snuggled under warm blankets
we feast on spring.
The house,
surrounded by camellias,
yellow Euryop flowers,
blue Vinca major,
azaleas
rests easy.
Naked in winter,
the centuries old tribal
oak trees, ancient sages,
tower above all
are dressing again
for summer romances.
When spring winds blow,
Those same oaks dance with limbs swaying.
At daybreak, deer
steal the beauty
as they breakfast on blossoms and new growth.
The squirrels arrive later
to empty the grape vines, apple and fig trees
while stealing some oranges and tomatoes.
These cute cartoon characters often take one bite
and donate the rest for the deer
leaving the gardener to go without.
Weeds are a blessing in disguise
since they need pulling
getting us outside
with the splendor.
Lloyd,
Beautifully observed, full of rich images and full of hope and promise; for me, the third stanza is excellent, "...dressing again for summer romances." That is splendid.
John
In your well-chosen words, you articulate beautifully
Spring in the west. Happily, the Spring you describe
is universal. I can attest, as I look out my window,
that Spring is in bloom in the east as well. -gene.
Beautiful write and how much I agree. I always feel so invigorated by nature and being outdoors and I love gardening for the reasons you describe. What a beautiful world we inhabit.
Chanti
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Beautifully observed, full of rich images and full of hope and promise; for me, the third stanza is excellent, "...dressing again for summer romances." That is splendid.
John
Spring in the west. Happily, the Spring you describe
is universal. I can attest, as I look out my window,
that Spring is in bloom in the east as well. -gene.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Chanti