Barefeet cuddled and softly cushioned
by mounds of wooly thyme
Sweet jasmine curls around the nose
on soft perfumed breezes climb
That was then and this is now
the leaves all oranges and reds
And mums bright bouquets
with sharper smell
show off their fancy heads
Spring or fall, it matters not
summer or winter, too
Nature’s gifts are here for us
so just take off your shoes
Pink explosions everywhere
and spackles of greenish white
squirrels waking up
to skitter and play
swollen river receding
brown, skirted by brilliant green
everyone happy
to be alive
Ah, Spring!
The smell of new mown grass
like watermelon fresh
awakens memories
the sun warming bones
ants tickling on their trek
carrying bits of things
yet no implements
the energy of earth
palpable and nurturing
the music of bugs and birds
the salty taste of hot days
