Amidst the first flurry
People
start to hurry
And
urgently scurry
For the
very first sight
The first
glimpse of white
The heart
takes flight
I’ve come
to know
When it
first makes a show
How much I
love the snow
Amidst the first flurry
People
start to hurry
And
urgently scurry
For the
very first sight
The first
glimpse of white
The heart
takes flight
I’ve come
to know
When it
first makes a show
How much I
love the snow
A bee sipping nectar from a flower
A sparrow
sipping dew from a leaf
A butterfly
on his way to somewhere
Pays us a
visit but it was only brief
A duck
quacks out on the water
And we hear
a Kingfisher splash
An elegant
swan glides effortlessly by
And the
dragonfly makes a dash
Bees attended to the Roses
As
Butterflies fluttered by
The great
artist mixed his blue
And with it
painted the sky
And the
sweet scent of lavender
Lingered
long on the afternoon air
Should we
ask for better?
I don’t
think we dare
Babbling stream into river
Flows on through the lea
skirting woodland as it winds
On the move
constantly
Cutting
thru meadow sweet
On its
journey to the sea
She builds her nest
In the time
of spring
And then to
find a mate
She must
patiently sing
Chaffinch
sing your song
So
charmingly
From your
high branch
Up in the
chestnut tree
Sweet bells
Long
racemes
Of pinkish
flowers
Abundant on
Bushy
Deciduous shrubs
Across
eastern States
The mist cascaded down the hillside Like a maiden’s hair Tumbling onto her shoulders The bare branches of the birch trees Pierced ...