“A poem is the very image of life expressed in its eternal truth.”
Percy Bysshe Shelley

Wednesday, May 14, 2014



Lightly gliding through
the dancing quivering leaves,
a breeze whispers hope.

Gentle and graceful
verdant boughs sway easily,
permitting passage.

These tidings of hope
affirmed through spring's renewal
lighten my spirits.


Muffie said...

Nature has a way of lifting us. I, too, find peace when I feel gentle breezes and watch new growth around me.

Robert Parker said...

Lovely as always!

I'm also getting a lovely "jag" from spring. My plants send me the same message, every day, every night:

Just... be.

Spring is a wonderful time to ... just be... in.

Be well!

Karen said...

Nature always lifts my spirits in any season. A beautiful poem Judy.

Judy at Peace Be With You said...

My apologies to all for my continued absence from your blogs. It remains a trying time for me, though spring eases the passage somewhat; hence, this poem.

Muff, protean nature has the capacity for both extremes. I prefer to dwell on its peaceful aspect.

Robert, yes, there is something affirming in spring's renewal that enables me to "just be" more easily.

Karen, thank you, Karen. I do find spring lifts my spirits.