Spring
Musings...and a Butterfly Came
Weather-perfect...on this Sunday in May.
Rays of warm sun burst through the trees.
The breeze wafts the
leaves...ever so green
and the birds, merrily, messaging their songs..
I
hear them from afar with melodious tunes:
“Freedom,
Freedom,” my red cardinal sings.
“Couchi,
Couchi, Couch,” one quickly
responds.
“Par-ee,
Par-ee,” from a nearby bush,
and the mourning doves “Twitter” to and from nests.
“Dear, Dear, Dear...” from a lofty maple tree
and “Jibber, Jibber, Jibber,” the echo of another.
A
sturdy tall tree of gray rippled bark
has long-armed branches that soar
to the sky.
Its thousands of leaves ...all lacy
lime green
shade the lawns, the patios and balconies below.
Low cedars and bushes surround wooden poles
of
telephone and hydro 'tween here and paved path.
Wires, so numerous... parallel the ground
speaking of “flight lanes thro' the blue cloudless sky.
The Social Room views...to a park-like garden
where oft' throughout summer, the residents laze.
Some love gardening in their
private-given-plot.
Occasionally, we've a luncheon for all to enjoy.
We “dress” for the event (whether Hawaii-an
or Injun)
with
umbrella-ed tables and themed decor.
The gardens are a-bloom...and evergreens stately.
Camaraderie is present...among us all.
Yesterday, was delivered a load of rich soil
for gardens at the front and resident “green-thumbers”
who came with their shovels and carts
for the loam,
spending the weekend...to plant precious flowers.
My 3rd floor balcony is hung with pretty baskets
of purple clematis and bright golden daisies.
I've gone”artificial”! I learned
my lesson!
(The squirrels well feasted on my gorgeous hibiscus;
they nibbled my pansies, ruined geraniums & lobelia
then tried to build nests in empty flower pots.)
As sprightly
little sparrows flit through the trees,
I cherish the spring and anticipate summer.
The mourning doves' return, I shall
await
and also for the flowers to colourfully flourish.
The tapestry I'm stitching is “Spring Tree Fairy”
as I muse about birds, the gardens and the flowers. ,
Suddenly...upon my canvas, partly
on the table
a butterfly came...'twas a
small orange Monarch
who
sensed and yearned to be included in the scene.
How momentous can this be? Not a
fantasy or dream!
Transformation, it signifies...a new phase of life
bringing happiness and joy, romance and success.
What wonderful wishes, the butterfly delivered!
. . . . . . . . . .
. . . . .
“Pearl
of Wisdom”
When a flower grows wild, it can always survive.
Wildflowers
don't care...where they grow.
(Dolly Parton)
Merle Baird-Kerr ... written May 20, 2012
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Merle Baird-Kerr ... written May 20, 2012
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