Tender limes on spiny stems
Bravely push to journey’s end;
Seeking sun and studious growth,
Learning how to balance both
As factories of sugar sweet
Begin to pulse in hands and feet.
Opening hearth for nests of birds,
You scream Spring, but use no words.
This is a miniature ‘Bird’s Nest Spruce’. I somehow missed publishing this one this spring. Now, with autumn’s approach, here is a quick peek back to the beginning of the growing season!
Spring will be here again before we can blink a few times… ~ Wendy
Isn’t that the truth! Time spins around faster and faster, it seems – or is it just me? 🙂
Oh wow, the photo is particularly nice–“soft”–of course, I love the whole thing and will be longing for spring sooner than I like to think, I’m sure. God bless you Melody–love, Caddo
I loved it, too – so dainty and fresh and new. No battle scars yet!
I love that last line, Melody! And I love seeing that new growth in spring . .it gives me hope! God bless you!
Spring speaks to me of hope, of renewal, of so much that is lovely! It is my favorite season for those reasons.