http://sunsandstone.blogspot.com and inspired by Robert Frost and his poem "The Pasture."
Seeing the warming sun, I take its lead
And gather my gloves, trowel, and seed.
Leaves brushed aside
Revealing tiny, green life
For all to see--Come take my hand.
Smelling the warm earth, I find an empty place
To loosen and forage a small space
A seed to plant with all its might
Will grow, bringing more green life
To fill my gardens--Come take my hand.
Feeling the warm wind, I breathe in deeply
To fill my lungs with fresh air completely.
No breath can be this sweet
Unless it comes in early spring,
With all its newness--Come take my hand.
Hearing the cardinal's call, I look up into the sky
To see more birds fly at will way up high.
The rustle of new born leaves
Leaves me breathless as I look
And see all the greeness--Come take my hand.