Spring Remembered
Yesterday
The trees were all gussied up in their lacy lingerie.
This morning
They are fully dressed for their showing.
Designer outfits of many greens
That sway sensually in the morning breeze.
Debutantes ready for the ball.
My eyes unable to decide
Where to focus.
My ears
Are met with the far off tapping
Of a Woodpecker,
Seeking breakfast.
Mama Squirrel
Is scolding her precocious twins
Who busy themselves
Playing tag between the trees.
The garden
Explodes with color!
Each bud emerging a blossom.
Each petal unique,
Painted by the brush strokes of angels.
Demanding my attention.
My watercolor
Is disturbed only by
The flitting of a Monarch Butterfly,
Orange framed in black,
Lightly skipping from blossom to blossom,
On her way to Northern destinations.
I think of home,
and Spring,
and remember....
mlea 07/09
The trees were all gussied up in their lacy lingerie.
This morning
They are fully dressed for their showing.
Designer outfits of many greens
That sway sensually in the morning breeze.
Debutantes ready for the ball.
My eyes unable to decide
Where to focus.
My ears
Are met with the far off tapping
Of a Woodpecker,
Seeking breakfast.
Mama Squirrel
Is scolding her precocious twins
Who busy themselves
Playing tag between the trees.
The garden
Explodes with color!
Each bud emerging a blossom.
Each petal unique,
Painted by the brush strokes of angels.
Demanding my attention.
My watercolor
Is disturbed only by
The flitting of a Monarch Butterfly,
Orange framed in black,
Lightly skipping from blossom to blossom,
On her way to Northern destinations.
I think of home,
and Spring,
and remember....
mlea 07/09
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