Spring’s Abundant Sanctuary
Come sit with me~
In this special place~
An abundant sanctuary~
Of natures best most prized luminaries.
As the grass greens~
I sit and stare~
Molded to the wooden bench~
Without a care.
In this furtive place~
They perk my mind up~
As now time is pleasantly paced.
Forthysia bushes are gleaming~
As birds jump branch to branch~
I am as calm as can be~
Not to disturb them in the yellow thatch.
The brook babbles on~
I watch the whirls of water~
Circle around the rocks~
My mind again an infant to swaddle and dandle.
Dandelions show themselves~
Here they are treasured~
As golden gems to cover the ground~
Their worth can not be measured.
The deer frisky with big brown eyes~
They do not notice me~
As if I am cloaked ~
In natures sheathe~
As they graze free and pleasingly.
Rabbit finds places to nibble~
He hops to and fro of grassy mounds~
Testing different green treats~
I chuckle to myself he is so cute~
Uninhibited while I am to him hidden not to be found.
One giant male turkey struts its stuff~
Following an invisible path~
Where seeds can only by him be seen~
Not noticing any hint of my bodies mass.
The sun finally has a warming grip~
In this springs abundant sanctuary~
I am content to still sit~
Entertained by all natures’ prized luminaries.
Lisa J. Warner