Wow – I am spoiled by spring! My desk is right in front of a curtain-free window, so I can watch the seasons burst and shower and freeze their way through the year.
Over the last few days, I’ve watched our star magnolia slowly transform from a drab silhouette into fuzzy-buds of possibility, and today those first delightfully pink hints of Spring thrilled me.
In honor of this lovely day, I am writing a poem aptly named:
Early morning and the chill embraces me
Cold fingers of a silent breeze skim across my face
I sip black coffee, eyes still glazed
With the soft blue-green of liquid dreams
Orange, pink and treasured gold
Dawn’s slow smile greets me
The weeping cherry with empty arms of brown buds lined with pink,
A gift from winter’s passing
Love-sick finches build their home ignoring April’s nip
They greet the world and watch me stare
Into the eastern glow that’s not quite night and not yet day