The streets silent and still.
Families away: spring holiday –
Or is it a resurrection?
No shouting voices,
Nor school buses.
No parents patiently waiting
For school to get out.
I meet more people
Out for walks.
Take the time
To smell the flowers.
Are the flowers
And the silent hours.
I’ll make you a garden,
In which you can tread
On green things that aromas send.
In which you’ll find refreshing shade
Amidst life’s burdens heavy laid.
You’ll see abundant birds and bees,
And squirrels skittering up the trees.
The flowers glorious will be there,
Their fragrance hanging in the air.
The fruits and vegetables will grow —
Might be a few weeds; I don’t know.
There’ll be a bench where you can sit,
And rest your weary bones a bit.
The wind will rustle through your hair;
Accept its presence, if you dare.
You’ll take deep breaths and drink the air —
Finding yourself, you’ll have no care.
The heart breaks
And cracked spirit
Takes long to mend
But it’s not the end
The heart grows stronger
And it takes longer
For harsh realities
To do their damage
Bloom again —
A seed is planted
Through tears and pain
Bird songs billowing from the hedges,
From meadows, grasses, trees and sedges.
Twitter, toot, and hoot, and tweet,
Their song and melody so sweet.
Flowers timid peep from ground;
Will the warmth still be around?
Frogs in creeks at night do croak,
Parents take walks with little folk.
The sun can warm us as we walk,
But clouds are good to cool us off.
Still a chill in morning air,
But new life battles all our cares.
The song of the train’s whistle
Through my window:
It’s like summer in my mind.
Smiles break out
And there’s plenty to eat,
And plenty of time.
When the flowers bloom,
Grim faces begin to relax.
Death has been defeated
One more time;
The winter’s grip is passed.
Though it’s not summer yet,
I can live it in my mind.