Spring Awakens

I wander down the quiet paths,
With happy thoughts of Spring.
And peek into each dusky nook,
Where many tiny flowers cling.

In this season jack in the pulpit,
Dons his frock of brown and green.
And tells his band of wood folk,
How to all live a life serene.

The clear white petals of bloodroot,
Shine from its green-land bower.
Clever people used to make perfume,
From the roots of this perfect flower.

And the violet, shy and retiring,
Lifts its dainty little head.
On the banks of a sparkling pool,
In its lovely scented bed.

The frail white petals of anemone,
Do their best to catch my eye.
Since they're dressed so modestly,
One could easily pass them by.

And hepatica, with its new Spring dress,
In sweet lavenders delicate hue.
Displays with understandable pride,
The work Mother Nature can do.

The wonder of the great outdoors,
Brings peace and calm and rest.
And those close to quiet woods,
Are so surely greatly blessed.

Dedicated to Sue and Ruth who I met today 15/04/2021 at 14.20 P.M by
The Dutch Gardens near St Fagan's Enchanted Castle.
This is your poem now to keep and share with other like-minded good people.
I wish you both and the loved ones around each of you, the good and great virtue's
that this life can graciously and happily bestow.
And may God Bless and Keep each of you.