Friday, May 8, 2009
Thank you, Lord, for May.
I am held captive by the scent of Lilacs blooming in my yard.
The wafting aroma of honeysuckle, the rest from the long winter,
floating warm breezes and strong sunshine enchant me.
Greenhouses full of blossoms, rabbits hopping in the yard and
squirrels frolicing in the maples present a feast for my eyes.
The winter has worn me down, but Spring lifts me up.
It is your gift to me, wrapped in papers of green grass,
tied with a bow of new buds.