A Little Family

A family has moved into the house in my back yard: Mr. and Mrs. are setting up housekeeping. Sometimes, I’m sure they’re arguing! Before long, there will be kids: Little wren chicks. They’ll stay until they can fly; then the whole family will move away.

Spring Fever

It got up to 52 degrees F today.  I seriously considered going out to do some yard work.  If this were mid October or so and it reached the same mark on the thermometer, I would say it’s too cold to work outside.  The difference?  Spring fever.  True, 52 is warm, compared to say 21. 

Hope

Hope never dies; She only sleeps. And when the warmth of springtime comes, She’ll awaken, yawn, stretch And change into dreams fulfilled.

SUCH AMAZING PERFUME

A bouquet of flowers, Mix with freshly mowed lawns And a little pine; Warming soil so earthy And all that’s waking up, Mixed with rain washed air: Spring wears such amazing perfume!

SPRING GARDEN

A spring garden is full of surprises:  It seems like nothing is alive there; then blossoms open overnight.  The frozen, sleeping ground softens and wakes up; mud gives way to young, green shoots. Birds return with happy songs, building their nests and laying eggs.  Soon they’ll be looking for yummy treats to feed their babies;

MARCH IS AT THE DOOR

The wind may blow; It might snow some more, But it doesn’t matter: March is at the door. Flowers blossom; The warmth we adore; Wake up and be happy: March is at the door. Days grow longer; There’s plenty in store For Spring and then summer; March is at the door!

HERALDS OF SPRING

Just when you think you’ve had enough; The cold gets you down; Trudging through snow seems so rough, Out come lovely heralds of Spring: Some of them blooming While others start to sing. Just about the time you give in To endless Winter, All around you will begin To awaken and give new birth So

OH, THE FLOWERS!

When I was growing up, we used to get bulb catalogs right about now.  Yes, in the middle of winter, while the snow is blowing into drifts outside and gardening is the least likely activity of the day! But oh, the flowers!  Page after page of beauty in every shape, size and color. Now is

AWAKENING

Mother Earth stretches and yawns. She wipes the sleep out of her eyes As Sun’s warmth caresses her And kisses her awake.   All of her children rise, too. They inhale Morning’s new fragrance As winter quilts melt away Setting them free once more.   Things that seemed dead come alive. They sing the new

FEBRUARY

Freezing temperatures Eventually warm, Bringing new life and Relief from the fury of All winter storms; Reviving the land Yet sleeping under winter’s spell.