As summer emerges from spring in Georgia, the sky’s a Blue Hallelujah. The laughing leaves in the nosebleed seats enjoy the very best view. The wind who once whispered now shouts like a drunk. Though an amicable one, it’s true. The robins hop through the lush green grace under this Hallelujah Blue.
I remember it like my name The air was crisp, the sky was blue A spring breeze rocked white blooms The day I met the two of you Now we mark this day each year In our hearts and in our home With song, feasting, and friends And in this we’re not alone As MarchContinue reading “Azalea Celebration”
A window is a wonderful thing A place to lounge and look at spring A place to perch and hear the birds A place to sit and wish for words Gazing through a pane makes things clear It magnifies joy and muffles fear It provides the peace that clarity brings A window is a wonderfulContinue reading “A Window Is A Wonderful Thing”
Mornings in March Are all blossom and promise Chilly air kissing your skin Birdsongs signaling Death of the darkness A new day dawning without and within