A Blaze of Color

Daisies

Last week, the flowers got planted, the mulch placed in the flower beds, shrubs trimmed, and yard cared for.  The whole town seemed to be doing the same.  We all hauled the new plants and mulch from the stores to our yards, and carried out this ritual.

This ritual we had been waiting for since December…this time to welcome Spring in all Her glory.  

I hope you had the chance to practice your rituals, too.   In this blaze of color, this bucket of daisies on my front porch, I see the sun and feel the warmth in my heart.

 

Six Word Fridays – Color

Whispering Green
 
At first
I hear what seems to be
the sound of sweet laughter
childlike and free,
and turning
I find that to my distress
there’s no child or other, no one to confess.
So on about living my life, I go,
the daily grind,
and well worn roads,
taking for granted those oft seen things
that seem to be constant, and never change.
Then
once the snow has melted away,
the cold wet ground, uncovered, but gray,
that sweet quiet laughter 
haunts me again,
that brief little whisper of earlier, the same.
I open my eyes
and my heart
as I go
along those habitual pathways I’ve known.
As the raindrops are falling and soaking the ground,
as I travel that path 
where the grass has been brown,
though I’ve seen it before, 
this season of life,
I often forget all its beauty and light.
My eyes quickly notice a faint tinge of green
where the brown grass of winter 
is yielding to spring.
That whisper of laughter returns, loud and clear,
while the earth comes to life,
as it does every year. 
 Deborah L. Tisch, April 2014.
spring flowers in the rain

For the month of April I am joining other writers at Camp NaNoWriMo (campnanowrimo.org). My goal is to write a poem every day.  I asked my Facebook friends for some “prompts” and a photographer friend offered the words “whispering green”.  This poem was inspired by those words. If you have other prompts you would like to offer please leave them in a comment!  

More Goslings

Ozzie: Did they all get in?
Harriett: Yes, dear. I have them all with me.

Ozzie: And where is that lady with the camera?
Harriett:  She is far enough away that she can’t get us now.  No worries.

Ozzie: I think we should go back to the nest now. You?
Harriett: Why, yes, dear.  That will be just fine. 

How they evaded the lady photographer

Then that lady with the camera came closer and they had to head back to the water.  I can just hear the little ones protesting, “But Mom! We just got out!  Do we have to go back???”

There is an independent one in every family.  See that one on the far right?  The last one, the one who lingers a bit longer, who has her mind on other things, who probably was the one who complained.  She hears a different drummer perhaps.

I kinda like her. 

I love that the babies make their own little waves as they paddle along.