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Gestation

Sleep makes way for birth Stirrings of the heart rise forth Life is in full bloom

Sleep makes way for birth
Stirrings of the heart rise forth
Life is in full bloom

Show Off

Wearing a gown of pale pink satin layers she dances through the spring.

Wearing a gown of
pale pink satin layers she
dances through the spring.

First Iris of Spring

Arms stretched overhead

she sticks out her purple tongue,

hairy and yellow.

Her beauty teases

as she dances in the wind,

bending to no one.

Spring Special

Dainty and wispy

Lacy as a summer dress

Calling butterflies

What The Fourth Sister Knows

The fourth sister knows proper grooming makes all the difference.

She maintains the wardrobe; out with the old and in with the new.

You may see her as temperamental, but she is one of the chosen few.

She knows the right color provides a perfect splash of vibrancy.

Give her a chance and she mixes well with others at the party

She leans toward the tender side as she is not frost hardy.

Feed her well. Give her what she needs. Shower her with riches.

She loves the sun, but needs a bit of shade to cool when she gets too hot.

Give her space and if she drinks too much, let her drain so her roots don’t rot.

The fourth sister is showy and likes to be noticed.

She might disappear and suddenly return without a reason why.

Sometimes she just needs to soak in the rain and completely dry.

The fourth sister knows how to hold her own.

She can be the belle of the ball all summer long.

She will hold you in limb until she sings her song.

She lifts, blooms, and curtsies in a timely fashion.

She will lead the dance until the first frost of fall.

On being a geranium, the fourth sister knows it all.

Love In Bloom

Like ruffled sunshine

Love flows from within its core

Joy smiles upon us

A Ray Of Sunshine

Caught a ray of sun

Seized it tight within my fist

Held it to my heart

Was not mine to keep

Opened my hand to the sky

Passing it to you

When Spring Has Sprung

When the flight of the butterfly

Stalls on the lavender tufts of phlox

Fresh green replaces the dead and dry

And magic emerges from the hollyhocks

And I wake to dew on the tulips tongue,

I know that Spring has sprung.

When on nature’s beauty I turn my focus

To bask in beauty of petals, cherry and pear

And the tiny purple buds of early crocus

When I catch a whiff of lilac in the air

And when the robin’s song has been sung,

I know that Spring has sprung.

When hyacinth blooms hang like capes

Green tendrils shoot toward the sky

Muscari resemble bunches of grapes

And the pinkies let out their first cry

When I’m sad that each day is done,

I know that Spring has sprung.

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