This morning, I took my s-i-l on a walk through “my” park. To my joy, I saw drifts of wildflowers in the forested area as well as some evidently uncomfortable in crowds, blooming shyly on their own or with only a friend or two. Although it’s quite muddy, tomorrow morning will find me properly dressed for a walk on one of the dirt trails that meanders close to the river, carrying my Nikon as well as my phone. I didn’t get very far off the path this morning, but here are a few of my finds.
Cold-dyed shield in the sky, lover of versicles,
Here I wander in April
Cold, grey-headed; and still to my
Heart, Spring comes with a bound, Spring the deliverer,
Spring, song-leader in woods, chorally resonant;
Spring, flower-planter in meadows,
Child-conductor in willowy
Fields deep dotted with bloom, daisies and crocuses:
Here that child from his heart drinks of eternity:
O child, happy are children!
She still smiles on their innocence,
She, dear mother in God, fostering violets,
Fills earth full of her scents, voices and violins:
Thus one cunning in music
Wakes old chords in the memory:
Thus fair earth in the Spring leads her performances.
One more touch of the bow, smell of the virginal
Green – one more, and my bosom
Feels new life with an ecstasy.