~ Springtime ~

The path went crookedly
low lying bushes abound,
Tiny buds sprouting on branches,
flowers peeking around.
Fresh, fragrant air
wind in the trees,
Touch on the cheek,
nature's symphony.

The wonder of nature
the splendor of green,
Sniff of blossoms,
wake up reveille!
Wandering the paths
stepping so slow,
Senses on alert,
going with the flow.

Looking up at the sky
clouds drifting by,
Vastness of surroundings,
seemed to intensify.
Peaceful, serene,
it's great to be outdoor,
God's in attendance,
now and forevermore.

Joan C. Nelson-Payne © 2005