At every Spring
the daffodil follows the crocus
out of the moisture, in the mist
and hearts bloom hope
felt in every cut bouquet
breezes blow, fragility displayed
fresh and focused
on what a new season brings
to each of us
an opportunity to grow
Summer’s warmth is in tow
Winter’s lonely magic has let us go
counting only blessings
for being here
in Spring
where love meets promise
steps are light
pushing our spirits
to the bouncy billowing
bundles swooning in the sky
seeking joy and knowing why /
Nat Delle Palme - November ‘06
