springtime

church bells rang,

welcome!

sunday morning sunshine graced.

spring sprung and marched,

thawing!

glorious warmth brimming!

a hammock sways in a lazy breeze –

a lawn mower hums and spews the fragrance of freshly cut grass –

baby leaves flower and bloom

and birds sing a song rejoicing!

baseball!

the crack of the wooden bat –

the taste of a cold ballpark beer.

yes,  spring is here!

it’s a kayak trip down water’s slow current,

it’s a fishing trip with friends to the lake’s edge.

a blue sky with no clouds in sight!

the sizzle and smell of the charcoal grill,

springtime,  where children’s playground laughter fills an afternoon.

spring, once thought of a return exiled,

now proves to be not true.

so today we celebrate!

spring is here,  spring is here!

the church bells rang,

welcome!

sunday morning sunshine graced.

 

 

c. 2015 bgw

About bradford graham west

enjoy poetry about life, emotion and everything in between. it's real and true. - please read and enjoy! - bgw
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2 Responses to springtime

  1. Marie says:

    Spring is preening, inviting just enough promise to tempt us further out of hibernation.

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