Green, It Bursts From Barren Bone

Green, it bursts from barren bone,

Winter’s skeleton it heals.

Buds like sequins brightly shone,

Nature’s attention it steals.

 

Grey and dull against sleet and snow,

Awake though seeming asleep.

Biding its time until spring makes a go,

An entrance its certain to keep.

 

An annual ball to welcome the birth,

Introduction sure to astound.

Filling the forest with echoes of mirth,

From sky to the roots underground.

 

O’ this time of year is a sight to behold,

Giving the living their due.

Year after year it never grows old,

Of this I’ll always speak true.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Blossoms Fold In Chill Of Fall

Blossoms fold in chill of fall

Sleep, to sleep as winter crawls

To wake again when spring returns

Sun and warmth and blue sky yearns

Glorious colors for the time must leave

Like lovers parted must surely grieve

We say goodbye for now dear friends

Awaiting the time you bloom again

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~