Saturday Afternoon in May

                                         It is peaceful...serene...and tranquil.

                                         The air has a chill, yet the sun is warm.

                                          My balcony, an escape from winter's interior,

                                          fills my vision with nature that surrounds.

                                          The trees are leafing beautifully green;

                                           grass, so lush, sprouting dandelions golden.

                                           The whisper of the breeze wafts through the branches.

                                           Across the bike path...blossoming white trees; 

                                           and 'side a town home fence, a forsythia so glorious.

                                           The birds are “tweeting” from bushes and trees;

                                           even “Freedom, Freedom”, my friendly red cardinal;

                                           mourning doves “twittering” to and from nests.

                                           (I had a family of these...a few weeks ago;

                                           Carlo and Bella called my balcony home ~

                                            here they raised  fledglings 'til able to fly).

                                           Their twiggy shallow nest remains on the chair

                                            reminding me that in Nature...we experience Life.

                                            Somewhere out of sight, hear a motoring mower.

                                            Below me, Janine lovingly walks her dog.

                                            Another neighbour parks her auto...

                                             cartons of flowers she wagon-pulls

                                             ...to plant in her private garden.

                                             Not a busy-traffic-day ~ yet vehicles sound a whoosh

                                             as they quietly travel along the neighbourhood street.

                                             An occasional bus, motorcycle, together with bikes & joggers

                                              create a blending flavour with the abounding nature-scape.

                                             Wearing an extra sweater, I relish this Spring weather ~

                                              the air so fresh, the pastel sky of softening blues.

                                              “Spring Tree Fairy” is a canvass I'm stitching

                                              with two single strands of colourful floss.

                                              With a garland of flowers in her long flowing hair,

                                               upon a sturdy limb...she pensively rests;

                                               her dainty hands folded upon dress of sheer  

                                               and pinkish cream shawl draping ‘cross her arms.

                                               Her gossamer wings extend upwards to leaves ~

                                                leaves of sundry greens and flowers of pink, rose and wine

                                                which curve and frame this “portrait”… of fanciful beauty.

                     “Pearls of Wisdom”

                            Someone is sitting in the shade today

                             because someone planted a tree a long time ago.

(Warren Buffet)

            “Why does the bamboo tree grow here?”

          “It is waiting for the wind to please you

           when it rustles through the leaves.”

        (from a TV movie re an Asian girl and an American).

Merle Baird-Kerr  . . .  written May 5, 2012

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