The Color Of Spring

Purple sage, red, and yellow roses

Orange trees blossoming pungent white

Peaches flower overnight, pink and white blooms, adorns low hanging branches

The deep forest green of the young oak leaves pops out towards the sunlit skies

The gentle breeze rustles dried leaves; blowing them here and there across unkept lawn

A garden snake writhes underneath its colors orange and brown

I stand transfixed as it makes it's way over and under rocky beds of white

A shudder escapes me as the wind whips around

The beauty of the Day engulfs me and I sigh

It's a sigh of new beginnings of promise of things to come

In adjacent fields, a new calf walks alongside its Mother

On spindly unsteady limbs

The smell of freshly cut grass, mixing with the smell of fresh cut wildflowers
elicits a sneeze, as it tickles my nose and makes my eyes water

Honeysuckle of white calls to the hummingbirds with its sweet pungent smell

And as they dip their tiny heads to drink

A bumble bee happens by singing its happy song

I sit perched on whitewashed rails sipping tea

And in pensive thought

A more beautiful Day I cannot ask

As I turn my nose towards the sky

And sniff the mixture of

Spring, as it tumbles in the air

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