Lately there’s flowers on everything

Yellow daffodils, purple lilacs, pink camellias, and other ones I can’t identify

But they all offer me a thrill

They captivate my eyes

I took a walk this evening with my dog

Everything is in color

Up above I sensed something hover

Blue herons making their nests

Their blue-gray-black feathers are like crests

The neighbor told me, “They’re back!”

We tilted our heads up to that tall tree

How lovely it was to look up rather than down at a screen

I watched those birds nestle

Their hard-won twigs settle

The nearby ravens always have something to say

I wonder if the birds feel a weight

Are they anxious in any kind of way?

No, they don’t lack

Nor do the flowers

They also are back

I let nature take me in

And watch my dog rollin’ – in the bright green grass

As the puffy-white cumulonimbus clouds pass

I make a conscious effort to let my shoulders relax

How do the trees and flowers know when to bloom

The birds building their nests know what they’re doin’

All creation is movin’

There’s even flowers on my old journal

And on my work blouse

Surely this world’s beauty is diurnal

We walk back to the house

There’s daffodils there

They wave to me without a care

A hawk swoops low

I count my blessings

Outside me and my pup choose to stay

Where the flowers bloom, the birds thrive

Inside is where the flowers have died  

So we welcome spring

Let the flowers grow on everything