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.