Poetry - Blessed Bouquet

Purple crocus bursts through snow,
Reaching sunward, warm winds blow.
“Welcome, spring!”
It seems to sing.
Winter’s over—don’t you know?

Lavender lilacs, in a cluster,
Looking like a French maid’s duster;
Shaking around,
Petals surround,
Giving the yard a fragrant luster.

A blanket of violets covers the lawn,
Woven in webs before the dawn;
Sparkly dew,
A royal hue,
Provides a bed for a doe and fawn.

Twining morning glory vine,
Over lattice, trailing fine;
Fragile trumpets,
Shade our crumpets.
Having tea, we chat and dine.

Johnny jump-ups here and there,
Escape the garden if they dare.
Little faces,
Tiny spaces,
Happiness, without a care.

Purple clover, soft enough,
Tickling bunny’s powder puff.
Bees are buzzing,
Blossoms fuzzing,
Pom-poms filled with honey stuff.

Row on row, lupine blooms
Parading soldiers’ helmet plumes;
Attention formation,
Creator ovation;
Down in valleys, over dunes.

A burst of sparkle, fireweed,
Magenta flames, butterflies feed;
Fizzle gone,
Summer done,
Bouquets sing His praise, indeed.


Anonymous said...

Love this poem!

Marijo (Mary Jo) Phelps said...

Yah, we were thinking spring (with more snow on the way) and I looked out yesterday AM and the deer girls (one with radio collar) were in my flower beds and had already eaten 3 clumps to tulips to a nubbins! At least the daffodil buds survived... arg...


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