Signs of spring on the eighth day of April: Fothergillas with blooms like cotton balls, Glossy little leaves on oak and maple, Sedum acre greening the gray stone walls. Wood ducks waddle on the watery edge Of Warren pond, which is overflowing The spillway, singing down the limestone ledge To join the creek under elm leaf showing To Ballroom Grove and the bluebell meadow. Wildflower seeds have sprouted on the hill And spread on the soil like a green shadow. Bumblebees tumble and song sparrows trill As I walk the wood in the morning chill. Everything is moving and somehow still.
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I love this - it calls to mind all the similar sights and sounds in my garden in Oklahoma right now. Praising God with you for all the busy-still, vocal-quiet life humming back in all its spring glory. =)
This might be one of my favorites. Makes me dopey grin.