Topic: SPRING AT LAST
I'm just enjoying an amazing hour on the back deck this morning, listening to a wide variety of birds, enjoying a cup of coffee, and plunking away at my classical guitar. It was the first hour of daylight, and the memory of our long, cold, snow-filled winter is (thankfully) fading fast. A silly little poem seemed to be in order, and my laptop is enjoying the morning as much as I am:
SPRING AT LAST
At last ...
The tree buds magically morph into leaves,
The sun rises earlier, higher, brighter,
There's a tingling warmth in the breeze,
Spring is here … adieu, Old Man Winter.
At last …
Bird song chorus greets each new day,
My coffee mug full, front row seat on the deck,
Tuned to the green, now replacing the grey,
No notes are written … yet melodic, symphonic.
At last …
A bicycle squeaks, a lawn mower drones,
The kids down the street play on their lawn,
"Supper!", Mom calls, "Not now!" they respond.
"Ready or not … here I come!"
At last …
The BBQ launches a mouth-watering smell,
Of gourmet delights, prepared by my wife,
Her care, her smile, her love, I can't tell,
At the last my best friend ... the love of my life.