Softly Into Spring

Spring calls softly from the darkness

She bathes the land in light

To lure us from our slumber

At the end of Winter's night

It's in the whisper of the wind

Her perfume scents the air

Colours appear overnight

Full of dash and dare

Hot and cold play hide and seek

In league with sun and shade

The flowers carry on as planned

Their costumes have been made

Leaves unfurl and petals twirl

Birds trill their serenade

No one can resist the lure

Of a Spring parade

What started as a whisper

Soon becomes a roar

The flowers dance, the music plays

A Spring song I adore.

The In-Between

As the season comes to an end
Autumn begins her graceful departure

and for a moment there is a stillness in the air

Geese consult about their migration with noisy honks

and conduct practice flights overhead

Leaves collect on the ground

swept into giant mounds by the increasingly chill wind

Sweaters become everyday items

As all of nature prepares for what lies ahead

And the stillness lingers

Bulrushes poke through the grasses
stiff and silent
ignoring the holes that open up in their furry hides

Small creatures take shelter

While fields of wildflowers borrow the glow of the
setting sun to burst into golden flame

and the stillness lingers

Autumn dips her brush in the
best colours of the season
and gives us something to remember
all winter long.

Seed Of Dreams

Milkweed seeds send my imagination into flight.

It must be their soft white hairs

and the way they cling to their mother's shell

as they dance with every passing breeze.

They remind me of children.

As a parent,

I can't help but see

the caramel-coloured husk

as a home,

with all the children tucked safely inside,

protected from the harshness of the weather.

It will take a determined gust of wind

to finally pull them free.

They'll soar into the sky,

giddy with their freedom,

sparkling in the sunlight,

on their way to new opportunities.

The parent's job is done.

Remember,

we gave them wings

so they can fly.