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Thursday, October 1, 2009

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The Music of Spring

The colors the textures
The seeds of the earth
The sound of the music
As flowers give birth
The vine of the trumpet
(Trumpet Vine)
The tinkling of bells
(Blue Bells)
For Jacks in his pulpit
And all seems quite well
Where hearts that are bleeding
(Bleeding Hearts)
For Lace of the queen
(Queen Annes Lace)
And ferns of the forest
Are luscious and green
Her birth we’re awaiting
For colors we thirst
For winter is present
And coating the earth
But under the blanket
Of frost that is sharp
The music of springtime
Is tuning her harp

· written about spring that right now seems so far away because it is November 6,1992 and we are just entering winter.
· Mom’s comment about this was “I thought you didn’t know anything about flowers?” – I told her I only know their names.
* the Trumpet Vine, Blue Bells, Jack In the Pulpits, Bleeding Hearts, Queen Annes Lace. All are awaited for they bring the arrival of spring.

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