Euphoric Essence of Spring

In garden green, the time late spring,

I stand and sense magnificence

of life and love reborn again.

The apple blossoms’ sheer essence

exudes eternal, white and pure

from God, our Lord’s omnipotence.

The finches perch, but they’re not sure

of site to build secluded nest.

first he must find a mate to lure,

A lady fair with speckled breast

to hover, keep their babes in shells.

A precious matriarch, his quest.

He perches high, his chorus swells

from hanging basket near the door,

his joy, in song, the world he tells.

A hummingbird returns once more

to drink of nectar, pink and sweet,

delightful sprite – revered, adored.

Now lilacs yield a gracious treat

in gentle lavender and white.

Their fragrance sends a song complete.

The mockingbird, a seemly sight,

enjoy in earth’s fair equinox,

his descant pierces, haunts the night.

And creeping near a mound, the phlox

paint colors rare in shades of blue,

a rope of velvet o’er the rocks.