AND NOW… by Joy Lennick
An ethereal curtains rises,
a feathered chorus orchestrates.
Enter Spring – her grand debut –
veiled by dew-dropped, cob-webbed lace.
Crowned with gold forsythia,
yellow trumpets show respect.
Earth’s treasure-chest is opening,
all creatures genuflect.
Each Spring I have a love affair,
wonder at her yearly flair,
and at her feet I leave a prayer
for all the beauty dwelling there.