Yes, I know it's snowing again today. March is making its exit like a lion. It's premature to put away scarves and gloves and snow shovel. Turn the heat up please. Nevertheless, THE CALENDAR SAYS IT'S SPRING!
I'm putting away the bird feeder and notifying my feathered friends that I've reached the bottom of the bird seed bag and woodpeckers have consumed the last of my case of suet. From now on they can fend for themselves because THE CALENDAR SAYS IT'S SPRING!
Let's jump start the fav season and dust off the garden tools. Grab the seed catalog and dream. Notify your senses....THE CALENDAR SAYS IT'S SPRING!
(I've used my poetic license and personified SPRING and NATURE)
SPRING, THE LOVER
Spring startled me today
as I shook out the dust
mop.
He took me by surprise
for I didn't realize
he was around yet.
He slipped behind me
ruffled my hair with the
wind
kissed my cheek with the
sun
and then laughed
to see me blush.
His warm breath caressed
my neck
teasing me, making me
restless
as I swept winter from the
porch.
I tried to get him off my
mind
by staying inside at
humdrum tasks.
Spring rustled the
curtains to get my attention
and flirted with me
through the open window.
I can’t resist him!
I must run away with him
right away today, so I
race
with trowel and seeds in
hand
to our garden rendezvous
our "special place"
eager once more
for the touch of the rich
mulch
and sweet earthy scent
of Virginia country soil.
Despite the lingering
chill
of the retreating March
wind
in ecstasy I kneel
in the moist flower bed
breathing hard, delighted
to feel
basic nature and the hope
of life
incipient in the seed
that is about to
experience
resurrection.
So I yield to my impulse…
I cast off my winter
inhibition
and yield to the thrill
of Spring's embrace!
*****
SPRING
REVEILLE
On muted
winter mornings
the sallow
sun snuggles lazily
beneath the
comfy coverlet of night
reluctant to
leave his bed of stars
and
down-filled comforter of clouds.
In winter I
too sleep late
deep under my
cozy patchwork counterpane
unaware of
hazy late morning light
oblivious to
my alarm clock
snoozing
silently with me
in its “long
doze” mode.
But now in
spring
the sun
flings off his blanket
and rises
swiftly
from his
restless sleep
with blazing
brilliance bouncing up
the rosy
steps of day
scaling the
Blue Ridge mountains
in a matter
of minutes
framed in my
eastern window.
How do I
know?
Because the
sun teases me
by turning on
dawn's light
long before
six
and sounding
a reveille
of chirping
birds
compelling me
to wake and witness
his daily
solar spectacle
and not be
late to appreciate
another
splendid Virginia dawn.
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