Spring is nature's song and dance of delight.Springing, flinging, winging,Dancing, singingSwaying, straying, this-a-wayingReaching, preaching, us beseechingTo be joining the celebrating, Demonstrating, all-the-waiting's past.Moving, grooving,  greeting, fleeting;Treating us to music sweetening,Flaunting, flitting, like sunlit ribbons Fluttering, flittering,Twisty-tying happinessTo my heart.

Circumstances and situations do color life, but you have been given the mind to choosewhat the color shall be. John Homer MillerCrayon ColorsBy Elece HollisWere these colors in my crayon boxWith woolly white of grazing flocks?I remember periwinkle blue,Olive green and slate grey too.Sandy beach and sycamore barkCinnamon twist, twilight black, Bittersweet orange and yellow-green With timberwolf gray sandwiched in between.Chestnut, raw sienna, Indian redWith... Continue Reading →

He is the poet of the world, with tender patience leading it by vision of truth, beauty, and goodness.Alfred North WhiteheadCome see what I found on the sunny chill dayCome see the flowers like flags!  Hooray! Hooray!Red, purple, pink, yellow, white, wave and sway.Spring is here and summer's on her way.Come and see the tulips bloom today.