Hyacinths dancing within my nose,
Warm moss carpet welcoming my toes,
Phoebes singing as Spring hits the air,
Path I like trodding without a care.

... To feel the sun's kiss upon my brow,
Knowing God watches; this here and now,
Bathing in a hush of morning dew,
Peaceful solitude comes shining through.

Counting blessings like skipping flat stones,
Veiled waterfall in overtones,
Simplistic view but to a keen eye,
A glance of heaven is what I spy.

I'm not alone as I do aspire,
To vanish here in my Lord's empire,
Of blossoms dancing without a care,
Lingering beneath an oak somewhere.

I'm never lost in my father's house,
Though I sit silently as a mouse,
Use all senses, nature connoisseur,
A piece of heaven I do long for.

3/24/12 SDF

After reading this I am anxiously awaiting for my garden to wake up. I enjoyed this write

Spring is my vs odors season. :) nice write.