The disc turns the soft fragrant earth
across the spring fields while
small moon faced calves caper
whisking their tails in triumphant and ridiculous joy.
you dress in Edens green,
(you Eve, you Adam)
drawing us into the garden
from which we all fled-
where moon faced angels
caper at each fence post,
their wings tangled in sweet honeysuckle
and ridiculous joy.
it is a time to rejoice
a little late as hv bn sick, but luved words u wrote/wish they wld flow out of me like that/but will enjoy others here
luv ll poetry that u send me/so many touch my heart/save all n fav list/thank u so much for all beauty for my heart to her/amazing site/share with friends
I absolutely LOVE “ridiculous joy”–something we all want, I’m sure.
Love the joy and happiness with the arrival of spring 🙂
This poem makes me ridiculously happy> I love it!!!!! I will be back to read it again!
aaah Spring, yes! I saw a big, fat bumblebee yesterday afternoon 🙂 I just love the joy in this one, Kathleen