Tis the time of year when sunshine smiles
And the sky is so clear for miles and miles,
When the birds in the branches of the trees
Circulate their message into the breeze
While the gentle wind does rustle the leaves
Now playing in the shadow of the eaves.
The trees seem to yawn and stretch in the sun
As spreading shrubs have their flowers begun
So it is that our world of growing green
Paints pictures to all of beauty obscene !
Some days the sun plays peek-a-boo with me
In and out, house to house, or tree to tree
Just when I think the sun is here to stay
How odd, that’s when it seems to slip away
Or hides behind a patch of clouds up high
Like some huge colony there in the sky.
I wonder how the clouds so quickly glide
And what I’d see if I could be inside
There are so many questions left to ask
It has become a never ending task !
When you look around what do you see
An exciting world that works for free
The sun that shines and a moon that glows
A tingling sensation, head to toes
With the awareness of who we are
And why we are ruled by one bright star
The miracle is we cling to earth
And treasure the pull for all we’re worth !
Too soon the morning sounds arrive
Informing all we’re still alive
Outside a bird begins to cheep
To certify we’re not asleep.
I hear the sound of running feet
A dog is barking in the street
Mid tires traversing on the road
As trucks pass bearing heavy load.
The stress and strain commence once more
Ere we have stepped outside the door
I can’t believe today’s begun
We’ve barely time to greet the sun !
I feel the wind brush cross my cheeks
Midst all the sounds that nature speaks
At last the springtime has arrived
My world around does come alive.
As sunrays skip about the place
They fill the void in every space
The breeze is gentle, kind and swift
I sense my spirits rise and lift,
Oh what a day that we may share
And how I wish you would be there !
Another morning has begun
Tis grand to feel the warming sun
Its fingers slipping through the blind
Leaving the dark of night behind.
The lacy patterns on the wall
Keep spreading till they reach the hall
I can no longer laze away
Its time to rise and greet the day !
There are loud footsteps in the street
The frantic sound of running feet
Where are they going ever fast
What am I missing as they pass ?
There is some music I can hear
Midst growing din, hurrah and cheer
I’m sure I hear the bagpipes play
Can it be so it’s Saint Pat’s Day ?
Oh what a joy that fact will bring
A few days more until the spring !
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Claire V. Bogdanos 