Unforgotten bulbs, poking their head through hard ground.
Bees working hard; doing their part to bring life of their own.
Color whispered into being in planters, on trees and shrubs.
Songs of birds intermingle with that of a windchime as a breeze gently orchestrates them both.
Orange blossoms consume. Gardenias perfume.
Toddler belly-laughs resonating throughout the rooms.
The dark of night takes pause, and allows the sun to linger a bit longer.
3 comments:
This reminds me of the Odes from the British Romantics.
This is beautiful eucharisteo!
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