Wandering along a forgotten path today
signs of Spring were all around.
The willow tree arranging her skirts
to hide her bare branches.
Green splashed on every bush, as if by a careless painter.
Tufts of grass stood at attention amidst the dead leaves.
Turning a corner, I came upon a hidden retreat,
A rippling stream running merrily down into an unknown valley.
Beside it, a bed of soft green leaves
and snuggling down in the midst of it,
flowers of pale yellow and purple,
unnoticed by all except the most watchful eye.
Reminding me of summer fields, warm sun, sweet scents, and peace.