Wednesday, April 30, 2008

On a Spring Walk . . .


The clouds are spun sugar daydreams.
Squirrels are deep into their hidden nut buffet.
Chipmunks vanish into freshly burrowed soil.
Pink cherry blossoms look like fragile blown glass.
God is everywhere.
The lilacs make me gasp.

9 comments:

Mary said...

Beautiful. I wish I had just a tiny bit of your talent.

Cheryl said...

There's nothing like Spring and the renewal of life. Beautiful poem!

Foster Communications said...

Nice work. And isn't it nice to have the inspiration of beautiful days? I do love spring.

Kelly Jene said...

Lilacs make me gasp... too true! I love them! I'll tell a story about a lilac on my blog here really soon.. a miracle from God!

Lovely poem as always.

chasing fireflies said...

Lilacs are one of my favorite flowers.

james2285 said...

my Dad just got back from Fla. and his lilacs are just about to bloom. They are my fovorite smelling plant, pretty to look at too. God does find a way to give us hope if we look for it.

happyone said...

A lovely poem.
I love lilacs and have some in my yard about to bloom.

Ruth Hull Chatlien said...

spun sugar
fragile blown glass

Great images.

And like the others, I love the last line.

Denise BC said...

Great contrast of the intense blue of the sky with white clouds, very good Sky!