Early spring and the woods
where I walk
is still attired in drab brown.
The days and nights are warmer;
the air has a new song,
a medley of fresh spring sound.
I listen to the sprightly aria
of new life awakening;
laughing I whirl 'round and 'round.
Plop-Plop-Plop
The horses hooves sang
melodiously in Central Park.
The young couple
lost in each other
snuggle in the carriage.
Vibrant autumn leaves
swayed in rhythm to the song
the horses hooves played
Plop - Plop - Plop
October 21, 1922
the sky is blue in New York
colored leaves dance
falling softly into the carriage
the young couple
laugh with delight.
The city is young and safe
and so is their love.
Plop - Plop - Plop
the black horse
nickers to the song.
The
moon
cast
a shadow
of silvery mist
unto the dark green
of the freshly
mowed lawn ........
Making
my
footsteps
halt
while I drank in the view.
Walking along the brown barren earth
of early spring,
the winter of my thoughts
drench a heavy melancholy on my spirit.
The dark clouds of winter
have returned with a vengeance
saturating
my shoulders with cold wet rain.
I am discouraged - Discontent - Almost desolate.
My mood chafes my spirit
the same as a high stiff collar would chafe my neck.
Suddenly beneath my water soaked lashes
I see a small spear of green grass
challenging the brown earth,
boldly venturing forth into springtime.
With a lurch of springtime thoughts
I stop to admire the tiny spear of grass.
Laughing at my melancholoy
I stand in the rain feeling foolish,
with a certainty of God's love
my laughter bubbles forth into the rain
splashing my mind
with the gift of God's renewal.
I continued walking
in the springtime of His love.
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