The Common Robin. Poetry by Laurel Trautwein Artist Debbie Clark
The robin has returned with her song and I do not ask her of her winter whereabouts nor tell her how much I’ve missed the open windows and the outdoor melodies that float inside landing within me as lightly and longed for as feathers
such whistles and trills become the music that brings the rains and summons the hosta shoots now shouldering through soil I cannot budge with a shovel
come July I will not forget this novelty I will not take for granted this common bird who is telling me every day you do not have to be extraordinary to sing
but to sometimes forget the world and remember the earth
to create something out of nothing with your singular voice and so to dance with the gods just because…
we are alive and that is exceptional reason enough
The First Dandelion by Walt Whitman Artist Alexandra Dawe
Simple and fresh and fair from winter’s close emerging, As if no artifice of fashion, business, politics, had ever been, Forth from its sunny nook of shelter’d grass—innocent, golden, calm as the dawn, The spring’s first dandelion shows its trustful face.
Spring Magic! By Donna L. Ferguson Dudley copyright 2015
From the secret glades, they’re coming, (Faery’s Fae, folk of all kinds)! While, the creatures of the woodland splay their happy tunes in time! Elves and Sprites, now, all together run and tumble down the hills, while the Faeries, (graceful dancers) pirouette through daffodils! Some are flying while they frolic, scattering their magic dust, as they welcome Spring’s emergence. For, their offerings are a must! Happy, happy, all together, flowers brighten first to last. And the grass grows ever greener, as the magic troupers pass!