As warmer weather surrounds
And caresses the rotating earth
The scent of spring permeates
The air in the season of renewal and rebirth.
The forests, the meadows, the rolling
Hills and the wildflower fields
Are elegantly robed in a canopy of
Emerald green; earth’s lush cover shield.
Tweeting and chirping, twittering
And trilling; oh how the songbirds love to sing.
Whether at the break of early dawn or in the orange
Twilight, nature’s choir joyously rings.
A walk through the forest in the midst
Of a sun drenched and warm afternoon
Through the lakeside cluster of trees where
A distinct honk is heard of a lone wandering goose.
And the chirps of crickets and frogs echo in the trees
Which are softly clothed in new budding leaves.
Following a hidden and narrow rutted path
Up and down the forested hillside
Gazing far into the horizon where
The tips of treetops meet the sapphire blue sky.
The welcomed warmth of the glowing sun
Wraps itself around like a cloak of security
As if to hold me sure and steadfast
While strolling by the quietly lapping sea.
I strain to see distant images of
Ducks and other visiting waterfowl
Who silently rest upon the lake
And along the flowing ripples remain afloat.
Meanwhile the southerly and gentle breeze
Rustles the swaying branches speaking to me.
The blowing wind gusts louder and
Stronger reaching a frenzied climax
Before quieting to whisper
After its high-pitched performance.
I couldn’t help but wonder, “What message is the
Shifting wind trying to convey to me?”
As I strolled contentedly over the hills and
Through the softly swishing trees.
I imagined the wind to reply, “It is spring;
A season of new blessings and a fresh new start.
See and remember this quiet journey through
The forest and keep it in your heart.”
Then all too soon this day’s trek through
The countryside abruptly ends
But not before remembering that a new day
And another journey will soon begin.