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 Bluebird in Spring
Within the silent garden
A descending bluebird,
With sudden flash
Of wing,
Perches
On narrow edge
Of bird bath,
Lingers a moment,
Bathes
In the cool,
Moving mirror
Of the water.
– William Beyer
The Real New Year’s Day
It certainly wasn’t a gardener
Who decided, perhaps on a whim,
That every new year should be started
On a midwinter’s day, cold and grim.
For smack in the middle of short days,
Soft snowflakes, once welcomed,
bring sighs,
And I’m longing for rain drops,
mild breezes
And sunshine to warm icy skies.
For me the new year, I’ve decided,
Begins instead, without a doubt,
On the day when I happen to notice
My tulips have started to sprout.
– Marilyn Kratz
First Plowing
The huge machines
rumble over the broad acres;
headlights streaming
beams of light
into the gathering dusk.
Rich and pungent,
the smell of freshly turned earth
fills the warm, spring night;
fulfilling the promise
of another season.
– Lola Neff Merritt
Vocation
Some look on work as an obligation;
others as a sacred trust
in service to family and nation.
Whatever our view, we’ll find this true:
there’s more joy in doing what we do for love
than in doing what we must.
– R.H. Grenville
Spring is …
Winter’s final chance to appease;
Summer’s playful coaxing tease;
A soft and gentle southern breeze;
Brilliant blue sky canopies;
Temperatures warming by degrees;
The time for storing dungarees.
Birds overhead in perfect Vs;
Buzzing, hovering honeybees;
Spiders spinning a web trapeze;
Tadpoles, butterflies – Mother
Nature’s anomalies;
Miracle newborn pets to squeeze;
Spraying “Rover” for ticks and fleas.
Fragrant wildflowers on the
vast prairies;
Dazzling blooming redbud trees;
Gardeners on their hands and knees;
Weeds popping up with
complacent ease;
A dandelion white-fluff sneeze;
An allergy sufferer’s
whistling wheeze.
A backyard hammock to catch
some Zs;
A chance to reflect for one
who believes;
A rare and wondrous moment
to seize;
A time of soul-stirring qualities;
My favorite season, if you please;
Yes, spring is … all of these.
– Karen Ann Bland
Welcome Changes
Age slows me down, yet
in its quiet stretches,
gives me more time
not just to look,
but see,
not just to hear,
but listen.
– Lois Muehl
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