SPRING DREAMS
Today I dream of spring:
tulips burning like fire
in the majestic mountains.
I celebrate the promise
of spring in midwinter:
the robins singing and flocking
across my lawn
like orange blankets.
The purple tulips
will pop up as blackberries
from the hard, cold ground.
"Winter can't last forever,"
the bulbs seem to say.
Knockout roses are just
waiting to put on a show
across the countryside.
The jonquils wearing golden
garments won't be upstaged.
They will spread churned
butter among the verdant grass.
Hold on just a little longer.
Nature gives her promise
that she will breakdance
in bold colors sooner than later.
--Brenda Kay Ledford
