Shari says it is still national poetry week (at least for a few more days) so perhaps this is legitimate???
I am the cloud that cloaks this hill and sometimes hides the sun
For in my darkest hour I shed too many a tear
But here where wave on wave of westward marching hills green up at start of year
The daffodils can dance and laugh and have some fun.
In shining shade the cherry hangs and pansies peek and play
While Koi slip silver, red, and gold beneath the falling water
Azalea, iris, lily, rose all thrust against the earth. And there beneath the arbor
Still nods the Lenten rose, though tulip, bluebell, hyacinth are now on full display
Shy bleeding heart and Solomon seal discreetly hang their heads
And gaze below to littler flowers of violets, yellows, reds.
So many tiny promises of joy in life are springing forth, ones heart should surely sing.
If only I could nurture friends as well as flowers in spring
It is a garden of delight
Or so it was when hearts were light.
Angel in the dust