This is when we search for
color to transform cold grey.
Rainfall begins its magic
brightening our sky blue.
We scan stacks of luminous clouds
as trees pop out green buds and
forsythia bursts sparkling yellow stalks.
Just today a breath of warmth
brought alive pink crepe myrtle branches.
Aromatic lilac bushes gather in
soft bunches while birds and bugs
encircle them. We are listening now
to the first chorus of spring time.
Beautiful!
Thank you for your comment, Nikki.
Beautifully written!
Thank you for your comment, Susy.
There are many beautiful voices in spring time..all sung in a chorus of colors and scent. This poem has beautiful imagery and gave me a spring that we did not have here in Southern Illinois this year, just went from winter to summer.
Nicely delivered message of new hope.
Thank you for your comment, Jacob.