Quiet Pleasures

Spring often wakes late here
- sleeping through her alarm clock -

then jumps out of bed

and,

drawing her brightly coloured shawl around her,

runs out the door

strewing blossoms all around

in glorious disarray.

So enchanted are we

by her blousy blossoms,

her bright tulips,

her sweet pansies,

and forget-me-nots,

that we sometimes overlook

the quiet aspects of her charm

but,

while she is rushing by,

tender ferns are unfurling

in the darkling wood.

Tiny creatures are exploring.

Shy fawn lilies 

are hiding

under maple trees

who are, 
in their turn, 
hiding blooms

among the sweet tender-green
 of new leaves.

Even the streams are blessed

with the transient jewelry

of blossom confetti,

strewn upon their waters.

Hush.
They are waiting.