Buddy

They were pleasant spring days, in which the winter of man's discontent was thawing as well as the earth, and the life that had lain torpid began to stretch itself. - Thoreau

The trees exercised their arboreal calisthenics.

Curling and bending in a stiff, vernal breeze off the water.

Their budding, biceps bulging.

Steroidal sap running and powering limbs.

Soon the canopy of truth will shade you.

Faith got us through.

Life anew.

In all that you do.

Embracing with a pollinating achoo ...

Author's Note

"Measure your health by your sympathy with morning and spring. If there is no response in you to the awakening of nature - if the prospect of an early morning walk does not banish sleep, if the warble of the first bluebird does not thrill you - know that the morning and spring of your life are past. Thus may you feel your pulse." - Thoreau

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

I like the play of Buddy from Budding...

[Pete]

seemed to fit in an odd sort of way ... :)

[Sami Khalil]

Yes siiiirrrr.....

[Sami Khalil]

Fitting poem for a nature displaying power and beauty as humans do sometimes. Very shrewd observation of the phenomenon abounding. You give a sense of inner strength and an empowering faith to be the catalyst and the energy that sustains.

[Pete]

i've always been fascinated when nature bursts out in spring. yes, inner strength ... :)

[Sami Khalil]

Yes siiiirrrr. You are welcome.