Two Short Poems About Puppies and Spring.

Some Heavenly Fetch!

Puppies frolic

over snow drifts

under bright

December sun,

thier pure white

fur on untouched mounds

like snowbwalls come alive.

Sixteen fat paws make merry

in the diamond studded piles,

the scene is almost magical,

a Norman Rockwell dream.

Suddenly an icicle

falls from the roof above,

one puppy leaps in wonder,

squeals, then steals

this crystal bone

dashing off to

hide his prize,

his eyes filled

with twinkling

delight.

From Poetry Etched On Nature's Leaflets.

I am a burst of Spring,
quivering at my emancipation, 
uncurling in a sleepy stretch 
from the pod of my winter hibernation,
the warm sun bathes me in vibrant greens, 
as all around me fellow leaves enter
the bliss of life fed by the limbs
of our mothering tree,
Soon we will adorn her in an emerald gown, 
and dance together in the April breeze.