Wild Flowers

You can't trust wild flowers too much.

You never know when 

they are going to try and sneak up on you.

Dog Psalm #90

Mother love is as beautiful as Spring.
Like a petal shower
rain love on your mother and on mother earth.

Dog Psalm #89

Relish the sweet smell of spring blossoms right outside the door.

The beauty of nature is a balm to the soul.

Dog Psalm #88

 

The magnolia tree made a petal shower.

Each day a new blessing to discover and delight in.

All Smiles

Ah spring.

Dog Psalm #37

Spring comes slowly.

But still it comes.

Peepers

They sound like they are this big

as big as a toddler's tricycle

but the peepers are really barely as big as a human's thumb nail.

They are just incredibly loud with their joyful noise.

Hearty harbingers of Spring.

The wind is up

The grass is greener.
The flowers are out.

The roofers are at work.

Life is good.

Simple Pleasures

On this rainy Spring day

  it is still cool enough to enjoy

the flannel sheets and comforter.

So I indulge in a lounging that will last the whole day -

listening to the music of the rain drops and wind

and rising only for snacks.

Wood Sprites

 In my mind's eye I can see them

Awakening in their forest beds

and making preparations for

 the celebration of Spring.

As the snow mold recedes

I dream of Spring,

sweet April in another climate zone.

Dog Psalm #33

The hum and thrum of Spring is this morning's melody.

A cobalt sky hugs the granite mountains and kisses the tree tops

gently coaxing tender green buds onto brown limbs.

Come. Come.

The patchwork of snow recedes 

and the deer emerge from the edge of the woods

to prance in the golden pastures, flashing their tails;

while the robins search for the worms.

A demonstration and display of

joy in the business of living.

Dog Psalm #31

The first day of Spring is one thing.

And the first Spring day is another.

The difference between them can be as great as a month. 

In these days of longer light

bask in the sun when it can be found.

Watch for the bud and the sprouting seed

and despite any snow or mischievous sleet

believe...believe.

The Biggest Moon

in eighteen years

hovered just outside the door.

The vernal equinox slipped by

with the chance to stand an egg on it's end.

The daffodil days have arrived.

So I delight in them.

The Fifth Season

is the most marvelous season of all.

It is 'Mud Season'

That sweet, mushy time

between Winter and Spring.

The Sap is Rising

The heat from the energy of the trees

melts a little circle around the base of their trunks.

A sure sign that their sap is rising 

and Spring is on the way.

My sap rises for cookies and ball games.

Too Deep

Winter marches on 

 

 the snow is too deep for walks

 when I open my eyes

PLEASE let it be spring

Snow Day

Another snow bound day.

It's best to dream away the afternoon

and use my power of imagination

to summon Spring

the cheerful crocus and the tender shoots of new grass.

Soon...soon.