Spring
• 02/20/22 at 11:44PM •A Spring tilled ground,
mostly rock and clay,
an unhappy choice
for bulbs to grow
and survive,
the dryness of Summer
A Spring tilled ground,
mostly rock and clay,
an unhappy choice
for bulbs to grow
and survive,
the dryness of Summer
Soft are the rain drops,
striking the sill,
as they splatter upon
the colorful Daffodil.
What light
in your window
will bring,
the beauty of flowers,
the joy of Spring?
A Rose petal, all dried,
clung to the bush,
until it had died.
A sad tale of a love, down,
as the Summer passed
and the Rose turned brown.
Rings in the Roses,
circles of light,
red is the color
of buds in the night.
Golden the flowers,
kissed by the Sun,
providing Spring beauty,
to all, to everyone.
Daffodils, Hyacinth and Tulips,
will soon be in bloom,
when the weather warms
Have you seen light bend,
like rays of the Sun,
reflecting off the water
warming the Spring Day.
A reflection it is, yet
the heat feels warm,
when basking in the Sun,
while I am gardening,
keeps the feeling of being young.
I've noticed new growth,
from our Grape Hyacinth,
around the small rocks,
in the front-side yard.
The Salvia, "Hot Lips"
with the white/red
flowers still grow,
providing feed for
the Humming birds.
Winds in the Willows,
a rustling of sound;
Mysterious Gnomes,
are playing around.
The tree has few leaves, left to see.
Is starkly naked, its limbs are bare.
Another chapter in the life of a tree,
Once covered in foliage with care.
Plowing the dirt,
place into a pile.
Mark out the plot,
create your own style.
Plant bulbs tomorrow,
bring joy to all those
walking the path of sorrow.
In 1634, Rembrandt painted his wife, Saskia, as Flora — the Roman goddess of flowers and spring. One large bloom droops over her left ear from the wreath crowning her head, dwarfing the other blossoms in scale and splendor — a single tulip, its silken petals aflame with stripes of red and white.These tulips no longer exist.Read more