Poetryinpictures

What are these days we call spring

What are these days we call spring

I cannot help but question

I use to ignore all the signs

But today, I could no longer

They are everywhere

Green  Green  Green

The warming breeze against my face

as I take my morning stroll

Not too far

Just around my little corner of the world

I am consciously bombarded

by the colors

some miniscule

as I look down

tiny new life

sprouting everywhere

My senses arouse once again

The movie of spring colors

Accompanied by the orchestra of

feathered friends in the background

once again the signs of new life

Spring make one hopeful of good things to come

A sense of renewal evident

My sense of sight hightened

spotting bright reds, yellow and green.

My sense of hearing tuned perfectly

to all the feather friends songs

my canvas now complete under the bright

spring sunburst of lights

My day forever

A   gift

i crave nothing more

than this life

from the pen of Jocelyn June 1 2009