Springtime of our Lives

Springtime of Our Lives

Light rain falls
Daffodils -yellow and bright , now bow slightly giving way
Tulips pushing their way to glory rays
Crocuses had their Time, to curtain call they go

Greening grasses warm-season grasses of every kind

Now overgrowing the brown patches of winter

Purple majesty of myrtle flowers rise

Pink dogwood blossom’s Rising /to Easter time

Blossoms fall- heavyweight in the light rain

New leaves- spreading open to life again

Robins return nesting in nearby trees

Mourning doves- together again, resting peacefully

Springtime/ like “a memory of one who lived”

Awakening Hope and newness of growth to meaningful lives

 

Springtime of Our Lives, Glimpse poetry by Joe Holuta

About this poem: Springtime of Our Lives is a poem about seeing new life and the changes of springtime. It also is a time to hope again as we see the green grass, the colorful flowers, and blossoms come forth.

A time to also remember the bright lives that have gone before us, meaningful lives that move us forward from the dark dead winter to the newness of the Rising spring. - Joe Holuta