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Huddled in shady nooks,
Trying to last a little while longer.
I stopped and stood still,
Listening.
A black raven above me called down insults.
A Cardinal sang its repertoire lovingly;
Beckoning for a mate.
A pair of turtle doves in the distance kept asking
‘Who’?
A handful of chickadees peeped their song,
Then burst into
‘Chicka-dee-dee-dee’.
My heart was overwhelmed with joy. The harsh cry of a blue jay broke the silence.
I stood near a lake, and watched
Scores of male and female ducks
Splashing near the shore.
Canada Geese paddled not too far out, and graced the
Scenery by the dozen.
Robins, too lazy to fly, scurried across my path,
In search of juicy worms to feast on.
Sparrows and waxed-winged black birds played
Hide-and- go-seek among the tree branches,
Adding to the enchanting display of God’s handicraft.
All the while a pair of seagulls flew majestically high in
The blue sky laughing at my amazement.
It was just another ordinary spring day.
Nothing more.
Spring by Laszlo Kugler
The night air is warm and humid.
Chants in tiny voices rise to my ears.
Am I dreaming? I ask as I get down on all fours.
Creeping forward silently, I part some leaves.
Moonlight bathes the autumn scenery.
Tiny people…elves and faeries I see,
Holding hands and prancing around a lit bonfire.
I see a motley band playing furiously
On their odd ancient musical instruments.
In the moonlight through the warm haze I see
Swirls of crimson reds, violet blues, emerald greens.
Dancing colors, twirling feverishly about.
I merely watch the frenzied scene in awe,
And then I hear...
“Pansies dancing round and about.
Azaleas too, are eager to shout.
Tulips swaying to a pleasant breeze.
Lilacs still doing just as they please.
Ev’ry flower is ready to sing…
End of winter, we welcome back spring!”
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