A beautiful tulip tree blooming in town caught my eye.
What a sweet surprise on a sunny Thursday morning!
I pulled in the driveway and pulled my camera from its bag.
I climbed out and got some lovely shots of these tree blossoms.
I climbed out and got some lovely shots of these tree blossoms.
The Pink Magnolia blooming means spring is at the door.
Spring in the Meadow
By Elece Hollis
The treetops show a palest green.
The iris fronds point straight and clean.
The daffodils nod in between
The earth and sky.
The air above is slate-grey blue;
It shines with very different hue
Than golden warm when robins flew
South in the fall.
The grass appears about to burst
Forth from the ground whose long cold thirst
Is sated now with the fresh first
Swells of spring rain.
Under the mat of last year’s grass
Bright flowers struggle up to pass
Through to the sun’s warm rays at last
From winter’s night.
The geese fly honking overhead,
As Spring arises from his bed;
He shakes himself, comes to be fed
On bread of light.
No, Spring has not arrived, but come,
Like Papa from a journey home,
Calls from the soil, calls from the loam
“I’m almost there!”
What’s Good About Home! 
Beautiful, Elece — photos AND poem!
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Thanks Cheryl. You are an encourager.
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I love your beautiful poem and photos, Elece! Thanks so much for sharing!
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