My Norway maple, thick
with newly grown leaves,
sways wildly with nor’easter winds.
Rhododendron buds,
deep magenta in color,
open out into lavender
puffs of blooms.
The wild and free lilac bush
exudes a heavenly scent,
lush flowers reaching up
to the heavens.
Dark purple irises
spring up from the ground,
each a sculpture
to admire.
The seemingly sad, orange azalea
spring to life,
putting out small, green leaves
and a plethora of brilliant blooms.
Willows by a pond
send leafy fronds flowing,
attracting Baltimore orioles
in bright orange and black.
A Great blue heron
stands motionless at the edge,
the subject of an artist’s creation,
as she sits very close.
The powerful sounds of
a pileated woodpecker
drilling into a tree trunk
create curiosity and excitement.
Canada goose families abound:
recently hatched young,
running after their mothers
as they graze, drop down to rest.
A pair of loons in a lake
call out eerie, haunting sounds,
echoing in the far distance.
Their black beaks and heads
are stunning, as they swim close.
A mourning dove coos softly
as I answer her tune.
We form a small duo,
calling back and forth.
This season is a balm, a time
for renewal, an awakening
of the senses.
Exquisitely written, the flora, the fauna, the birds, spring into summer with Elsa’s stunning poetic words, she never ceases to amaze me!!! A brilliant work of art!
I almost forgot the photo, it is so vivid and greener than green, new growth , mature growth, even a bit of eaten leaf, just perfectly perfect!!!
I am renewed by your poem!
Beautiful!!!
I felt like I was experiencing these often-overlooked natural activities as Elsa was describing them. We, too, should be as observant.