Among dead leaves
may there be snowdrop,
above dry sticks
a crocus,
purpled with life;
whatever season you ponder,
may new hope
be perennial bloom
overgrowing perennial strife.
Wishing you a lovely Easter Sunday, dear reader, with some sign of spring.
Many thanks to photographer Mary Jo Bassett.
Behold the bobbing daffodil
its aspect open wide
in jaunty disposition
trumpeting springtide.
It seems to me inquisitive
an alert, attentive fellow.
It makes me wonder why
more words don’t rhyme with yellow.
More thanks to photographer S.W. Berg.
“Seek and ye shall find”
applies in wintry spring
seeking signs of life
yet finding not a thing —
and then low-growing star
of lavenderish-blue
evokes a constellation
glitteringly new.
My eye fixed on the ground
I sought the flowers of spring
then upward raised my lens
to capture sky and wing.
That was when I spotted
this behemoth on the tilt
sending me the message
I’m not so sturdy built.
The towering defunct giant
leaned into slender groove
it didn’t take me long
to decide that I should move.
