A GLADSOME TIME
Horse chestnuts lift white candles to the sky
A paean of celebration to the season.
Tri-colored lilacs bless us passersby
Censing their fragrance as they gently lean.
May burgeoning on every hand is seen.
Back roads are edged with phalanxes of phlox:
Mauve and pink and white they gladden the eye.
In sheltered woodlands dogwoods shyly flock
With mountain laurels blushing near the ground.
Old fashioned bleeding hearts our yards festoon
And lilies of the valley cluster round
Our feet as we with gratitude proceed
To make our way through one more riotous spring
Renewed, uplifted, consciously thanksgiving.
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