In the Spring
this tree has
One Thousand myriad
branches
tender gold shoots
softer than silk
in this wild unpeopled field
Who does this Willow belong to?
Tag: spring
Lived
Heaven and earth–
Is it so small a thing
To have enjoyed the sun,
To have lived joyfully in the spring,
To have loved, to have thought, to have done?
Bubbles
On a sunny, spring
Day you might look
Outside and see
Groups of bubbles
Floating all around
The sky. They glisten
In rainbow colors in
The bright sunshine.
They are enjoyed by
Many, especially the
Children. Where
They come from is
A mystery.
Breeze
Feel the cool breeze on
Your neck on a brisk
Spring day. Watch the
Trees wave at you when
You take a walk. Birds
Ride the the breeze and
Watch us from high up.
You wish you could fly.
Springtime
After a long winter
The season life loves
Arrives known as
Spring. Green sprouts
Pop up on bushes and
Trees, marigolds are
Everywhere. The
Natural world wakes
Up and all living
Things rejoice.
Weeping Willow
In the spring
This tree has
A thousand myriad
Branches, tender gold shoots
Softer than silk.
In this wild unpeopled field
Who does this willow belong to?
Winter
Spring is getting near,
But one of the cherished
Memories of winter is
When it would snow.
Looking out the window
And watching the white
Flakes drift slowly
To the ground was a
Calming, peaceful
Sight. Go out in the
Woods and experience
The utterly silent and
Holy worship in the
Cathedral of nature.
Spring
Gray cold days, barren trees,
No flowers, seasonal affective
Disorder flourishes. If it were
Not for Thanksgiving and
Christmas, one might as well
Hibernate. But there is hope.
Spring is coming, warmth and
Growth and the promise of
Renewal of life everywhere.
Birds
On a windy spring day
Many things are blowing
Through the air, newspapers,
Small birds, dust, and feathers.
Birds grow feathers to replace
The ones they lost to continue
To make the sky their kingdom
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