Where have all The flowers gone? They’re lost for now Beneath the ground In the dark Their bulbs now sleep Finding rest While buried deep Finding strength For what’s to come Awakened petals Reach for the sun Hope springs eternal Winter’s done
Wake me when it’s spring When the flowers are in bloom When the birds gladly sing When the sun sits higher in the sky And a warm night the moon soon brings
Warm thoughts Crack the ice Of winter days Before it gets so thick We can’t help but sleep ‘til spring
They float on the air To tickle a nose The sweetest notes From the bud of a rose Enriched with jasmine And apple blooms A bit of sweet pea And pampas grass plumes Planted with love As bluebirds softly sing About the goodness The spring garden brings Pollen and petals And butterfly wings
It was on the banks Of the rushing stream Where wild mosses grew Plush, damp, and green That a tiny yellow bud Began to flirt Peeking a sunny head From drunken dirt Unwilling to wait For the sun to rise Higher and higher In a summer sky Singing birds confirmed Spring had arrived
In the depths of darkness A secret lies in wait Hidden but a moment Soon to reveal its fate After days covered By dirt and mud These necessary evils Create a perfect bud That will soon blossom For all to see Awakened by the sunshine A spring flower soon will be
A blessing for all Weary eyes to see Is the beauty beheld In the buds on a tree; Clusters of hope That hold secrets inside Of the sweet taste of pear More time will provide
Tears have soaked into the ground and quenched the thirst that grief had found; The clouds have faded melted by sunrays that light the gloom of darker days; Brightening the gray where memory buds hide to a pastel glow where you bloom and survive; As a melody the songbirds sing under a rainbow promising the renewal… Read More Renewal
Hidden Just out of view Work’s being done To make all things new Hidden Under the snow Last Summer’s blooms Will have new color to show Hidden Beneath the ground Once frozen roots Start to rebound Hidden By Winter’s sting Is the promise of life Fulfilled each year by Spring
Sand between toes As a gentle breeze blows Through windswept hair That tickles your nose; With a briny kiss Granting one last wish Upon a lone starfish Swaying in time; With the ocean current And the balmy air Daydreams drift On a hope and a prayer; Up to the blue abyss Before imaginative eyes Fluffy… Read More Daydreams
