The disc turns the soft fragrant earth
across the spring fields while
small moon faced calves caper
and lark,
whisking their tails in triumphant and ridiculous joy.
Ahh Spring-
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 š
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 š I just love the joy in this one, Kathleen