
Slightly faded blooms,
as mother, though tired, smiling,
brighten up your day.

Slightly faded blooms,
as mother, though tired, smiling,
brighten up your day.

On wintry mornings,
when all else but coffee fails,
take heart; spring’s coming.

In your face, darling
buds, often overwhelming,
nature, as toddlers.

Peeking through the trees,
straight into denying eyes,
changing; climate, lives.

Poking out, calling,
as toddler for its mother,
comes first sign of spring.