Mountain Spring
Nature pulled out all the stops:
the robins hopping
across the verdant grass,
the mourning dove cooing
in the greening woods,
the chatter of songbirds,
a cloud of blackbirds
soaring over the maples
bursting forth with rubies.
Hyatt-Mill Creek laughing,
the spring peppers croaking,
and the Blue Ridge Mountains
breaking out with new life.
The Bradford pear trees
blooming like ice-cream cones,
jonquils popping up as lemon drops.
The yellow bell bush ringing,
a choir of cardinals singing:
spring pulled out all the stops.
Listen. Look. Stop.
--Brenda Kay Ledford
Hopefully, spring is coming early here in western North Carolina. I hope all my blogger friends will have a beautiful spring soon.
3 comments:
Love the poem!
Spring is on it's way here in Central Texas, as well! I'm SO glad!
hugs
Donna
This is a beautiful blog. I want to ease in and be a part of the beautiful walk down the path, and just keep going as I looked for all the things you listed in the spring poem.
bvlw
Brenda, I understand winter has dropped in again and I hope the flowers and flowering trees survive. Love your poem and photos.
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