A free-verse poem about observing Nature's springtime beauty. |
As I sit on my front porch bench and absorb the beauty of this day in early May in northern Louisiana, the smell of freshly mowed grass mixes delightfully with scents of jasmine and sweet olive. The perfection of a cloudless azure sky is marred only by a vapor trail of a jet plane high overhead, its passengers too busy to notice the beauty I see. The neighborhood’s flora are awash with the vibrant green of springtime. The flower beds on my block are filled with spring flowers flaunting their reds, blues, yellows, oranges, and white blossoms, creating eye-catching splashes of colors. The breeze plays leaf music as it sways the smaller branches of nearby trees to and fro. The songs of birds blend into this symphony of Nature provided for my enjoyment. The coming and going of neighbors turning in or out of nearby driveways momentarily breaks my concentration. I forget other people have work to do or errands to accomplish. But I, I have nothing to prevent me from allowing the beauty of this May day to engulf me and refresh my soul. I invite you to please check out my ten books: http://www.amazon.com/Jr.-Harry-E.-Gilleland/e/B004SVLY02/ref=ntt_dp_epwbk_0 |