Some will tell you crocuses are heralds true of
spring
Others say that tulips showing buds are just the thing
Point to peonies, say when magnolia blossoms show
I look forward to the sight of other flowers though
Cultivate your roses, grow your orchids in the
dark
Plant your posies row on row and stink up the whole park
The flower that's my favorite kind is found throughout the land A wilting, yellow dandelion, clutched in a grubby hand.
I
get so excited over sunsets and rainbows etc, when you see them it's
like you can shut out the real world and envelop yourself in a beauty
that almost makes it feel like fantasy. ~Mrs. Ron Harris~
The
morning cup of coffee has an exhilaration about it which the cheering
influence of the afternoon or evening cup of tea cannot be expected to
reproduce.
March bustles in on windy feet
And sweeps my doorstep and my street.
She washes and cleans with pounding rains,
Scrubbing the earth of winter stains.
She shakes the grime from carpet green
Till naught but fresh new blades are seen.
Then, house in order, all neat as a pin, She ushers gentle springtime in.