“Spring is nature's way of saying, 'Let's party'!" – Robin Williams.
Full of wonder and beauty. I love trees. Here is one of my poems:
MOTHER’S WEEPING WILLOW
by Dianne Moritz
Mother snipped a tiny sprig,
rooted it in a jar on the kitchen window sill.
I marveled as it sprouted, small leaves budding,
unfurling like baby fists, in bright sunlight.
Sometime later, Mother planted the thriving spray
in the rich, fertile Iowa soil by our backyard fence.
I watched in wonder as it grew, doubting
its survival through the bitter days of winter.
But Old Mother Nature is shrewd. A tree soon
grew quickly, thriving: strong, straight, and tall.
Oh, how I loved that willow tree….
the favorite spot to plot my next adventure.
Thank you for these lovely posts.
Great read!
Full of wonder and beauty. I love trees. Here is one of my poems:
MOTHER’S WEEPING WILLOW
by Dianne Moritz
Mother snipped a tiny sprig,
rooted it in a jar on the kitchen window sill.
I marveled as it sprouted, small leaves budding,
unfurling like baby fists, in bright sunlight.
Sometime later, Mother planted the thriving spray
in the rich, fertile Iowa soil by our backyard fence.
I watched in wonder as it grew, doubting
its survival through the bitter days of winter.
But Old Mother Nature is shrewd. A tree soon
grew quickly, thriving: strong, straight, and tall.
Oh, how I loved that willow tree….
the favorite spot to plot my next adventure.
Thank you for these lovely posts.
Great read!