Stepping back to really see
all the forest, not just one tree.
Memories without the fears,
all the smiles, not only tears.
Feeling feelings once again,
allowing love without the shame,
feeling grace to hear a name,
blessing the face that looks like them.
Laughing deeply, from your soul,
happiness the only goal.
Giving and taking with gentle care,
feeling the joy of something to share.
Standing on the very ledge,
knowing you’ll never go over that edge.
Accepting that what’s done is past
and that you are in the present at last.
©2016 Sharron R. McMillan
The amazing scent of hyacinth in the sun wafts about the yard in the early morning stillness.
Ahhhh. It truly is Spring.
Eldest daughter took the tumbler out of our old drier and turned it into an amazing fire pit.
She cut triangles near the bottom on each side for air flow. A safe and contained fire for roasting wieners over.
Pieris Japonica – A Spring time beauty.
The volunteer Golden Plum tree that sprouted from a seed in the chicken coop many years ago is always the first to wake up in the spring, as though shouting a thank you for its very existence. Even though it isn’t in the sunniest spot in the yard, it makes the most of the space it found itself.
I know it’s truly spring when the little blue faces of Chinese Forget-Me-Not appear all over the yard and garden.
Flower means True Love.
I’ve never seen a fluffy hummingbird before and dressed in Easter colours too. A special visitation methinks.
Tears from heaven wash the trees,
they’re blow-dried in a cooling breeze,
while chickadees and sparrows sing
telling all the world, “it’s spring”
Once more the woods are painted bright,
the day goes on for half the night,
Mother Nature has her fling-
new life comes forth and it is spring.
Tulips, children, puddles, grass,
Mother Nature’s looking glass,
love and laughter on the wing,
a new beginning, it is spring.
©Sharron R. Glasstetter 1976 – Reposted