I pull back the curtains
and gasp in surprise at the scene out my window.
Clouds of delicate baby pink spread across the sky
full of early morning blush.
White frosty cloth, thick and white spreading icy sparkles
over the brown withering bulrushes.
Pine trees, tall and rooted to their usual spot
overseeing these changing rhythms, moods and cycles of nature
from dawn to dusk...
and dusk to dawn...
Birds singing in tune with these springtime energies.
Two swans salute me from the pond.
Crispy brown leaf beach hedge dances in delight.
"Welcome Home" she says.
in a soft nourishing whisper
I wrote this poem for you to carry with you into your weekend.