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
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
