Here is a rather eclectic "gathering" of my spring word thoughts this year. Let's call it prose for the lack of a better word. I offer with it a visual tribute which celebrates it in my other "tongue" for your enjoyment.
Scarcely is the the sugar rush emptied from the bush
When new life emerges everywhere.
Gone is the the drab tawniness the lingering leafy remnants of fall,
Strewn half hazardly... helter-skelter,
Their once radiant glory now long gone...
The woodland awakening begins.
Magically... almost mystically, the drabness is pierced here and there
By slight green fingers ever reaching upward.
Seeming to grasp for the sun itself ,
In open places, cradled shaded spots neath pine and oak,
Spreading their broad three leafed emerald loveliness...
To form rolling blankets of green.
Thousands of three petalled habits nod gently in unison
Nudged ever so gently by the playful spring breeze.
Presided over reverently by the cardinals of their order and creed.
Perhaps my Romanticism gets the better of me,
And my imagination makes me the fool to think thus...
A cathedral beyond compare.
But today I covet the simple sanctity and peace
That this woodland congregation share.
Not concerned about their brevity of bloom,
Nor possessions, nor any earthly care,
Content only to feel cloistered in the warmth of each other's presence during their short days...
A full season without complaint.
Happy Spring... and Good Painting... to ALL!
"A Tribute to Trilliums... and Spring" - a triptych - oil on three canvases 44 x 16 inches