Today as I anxiously await the new born life of our fourth grandchild to bloom forth into this beautiful season of Spring, a season that celebrates rebirth and bringsÂ new hopes and excitement toÂ us all, I received this lovely spring poem, Rapture,Â by Jane-Ann Heitmueller. I know you will enjoy her poemÂ celebrating springtime as much as I do!
By Jane-Ann Heitmueller
Oh joy, the days of springtime when the earth begins to bloom
and gelid days of wintertime have shed their frigid gloom.
When minute buds and shoots stretch forth from their long winter sleep
and delicate, gossamer shapes buoyed by azure creep.
Grand palette splashes overnight spread hues of pink and blue,
as melodies of earth and sky in unison renew.
Awakening soil expels a host of movements,
textures, smells; as if in pregnancy’s full bloom she
grows, transforms and swells.
Soft, gentle rain joins sunshine’s rays to nourish, soothe, caress.
Totality of elements united to impress!
A dormant landscape, hibernation, shield from winter’s wrath.
Immersed within a natural rhythmâ€¦a predestined path.
A cornucopia of pride displayed majestically.
Glad welcomed feast to be consumed, to hear, breathe, touch and see.
This present Mother Nature shares, delivered to our door.
Her precious gift ofÂ new foundÂ life, peace, joy and hope