Upon Spring’s Wing
Spring glides in slowly on her soft, gentle wing.
She floats down easily warmth touching everything.
In the garden now bare, stirring the senses throughout,
The critters are returning with joyful song and shouts.
The drifting scents linger and stir me awake,
From my winter doldrums and meditative state.
Time to wake up, it’s the return of the season,
Where gardeners everywhere lose all reason.
© Donna Donabella 2014
This poem was written last April as I was thinking of spring, and watching each new bloom break through the soil. Spring is definitely my favorite season, and one where all gardeners will do just about anything to finally plunge their hands into the just thawed soil.
With two warm days, our snow has melted into long deep puddles. I suspect by next weekend, I will be plunging my hands into some garden soil as I plant peas and lettuces.
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Special Note: The Glory of the Snow blooms pictured here are one of the first blooms that herald in spring in my garden. They have not appeared yet, but they will be blooming soon.
I leave you with a few words about the gentle glide of spring.
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