Allegro of sunbeam dapples the slope
Where winter has gentled its stance
The gale now softens her harsh calliope
As nature responds to its glance
Warm, eager fingertips strum rigid spires
Rousing the bud from its sleep
As umber fallow surges with desire
Embraced in a dark, restless deep
Subtle adagio breathes on the sod
Earth trembles as its naked shell
Responds to the Maestro, Creator, God
For no man His music can quell
And into the crypt of buried decay
Heaven’s wondrous melody seeps
As from entombed chambers of yesterday
Resurrected choruses leap
Pure intonations of violet and gold
Of periwinkle, magenta, blue
Rippling with passionate abandon bold
Across earth’s dormant avenue
Emerald rhapsody covers the hills
Woodland and meadow reply
Sweeping the landscape its harmony thrills
Humble, dust-formed passers-by
© Janet Martin
It seems as if, over-night the landscape has erupted into exotic bloom.
Oh, my, Janet!! In awe of His beautiful creation! I love what you've done here especially this:
ReplyDelete"Pure intonations of violet and gold
Of periwinkle, magenta, blue
Rippling with passionate abandon bold"
So gently gorgeous!!
I just finally got your most uplifting comment from two days ago around Poetic Bloomings!! Thank you!!
Is that dandelion field near you!!! I absolutely love that!
Warm smiles to you dear, Janet!!
Hannah, thank-you so much...yes, the dandelion field was across the road from our house but now it is plowed:(
ReplyDeleteMaybe he did not want them all re-seeded:) It was stunning beyond words...thicker than any dandelion pasture I have been able to find anywhere else!
...as for the comment to you...my pleasure!