Saturday, April 07, 2007

Spring

Spring

Easter,
newness bursting
from decay.
Whites,
golds and greens
splash the branches,
and fresh fragrant fingers
cloud and flex in gentle breeze.
Bud and blossom
ambush empty twiglets
as the grasp and groan,
of Winter retreats
before the resolute,
gardening,
hand of time.

2 comments:

carol said...

Keith, I love this beautiful spring picture and your poem is a wonderful description of the season...

Springtime is my favourite season. It is Autumn in Oz now, so I have a few seasons to wait, so it was nice to get an early glimpse of spring from your post..

Rita L. Betti said...

Keith,
What a beautiful photo. With all I'm going through it's a wonderful reminder that God makes all things new all the time! Blessings.
Rita