SPRING IS HERE

SPRING IS HERE

The seasons are changing

Winter is gone

Days getting longer

Spring on the run.

Spring bulbs all finished

Blossoms all gone

A warmth in the air

Summer coming on.

The shadows are different

It’s light when I rise

I have noticed how much clearer

The blue of the skies.

The evenings are longer

Picnic time once again

The smell of the warm earth

After showers of rain.

Jasmine scented breezes

Wafting to my door

Reminding me how glad I am

That it’s springtime once more.

©  Linda J. Vaughan

DIAMONDS ON THE ROSE

DIAMONDS ON THE ROSE

A summer storm at evening

A steady soaking rain,

The first blossom on a rose

That comes forth out of pain 

A garden newly restored 

A newly planted bush

A blossom touched with diamonds

In the evening's quiet hush

Not only is there a new blossom

But buds surround her crown

The raindrops on her petals

Shine as nighttime settles down.

Abundance and fullness

Health and life in full measure

Such are the blossoms on the rose

Making memories to treasure.

The hands that tended this rose

Have been still and inactive

But a very special gift

Means that this man will live.

He cherishes the garden 

And tends it with very great care

The new life will bring pleasure

To all who visit there.

There is as special meaning

In the planting of this rose

And fragrant will be the garden

For in his heart he knows.

The work was done with loving hands

To honour other special men

Whose gift of life has meaning

And we can live again.

Roses planted near the ocean

Blossoming and thriving with care

Celebrating special lives 

Allowing us to dare.

To dare to live in possibility

To turn our faces to the sun

The celebrate the gift of life

To see the battle won.

No diamonds in the whole wide world

Could hold more worth than these ~

The raindrop diamonds glistening

Across the wide wide seas.

No plants could be more beautiful

Or more significant be

Than those which grow and blossom

In a garden near the sea.

The gift of life was given 

And we will forever thankful be

For the kindness and compassion

And the skills that let this be.

I bless the velvet petals 

And the diamonds glistening there

They serve as a reminder 

Of a special gardener's care.

© Linda J. Vaughan

June 2nd. 2012.

IMAGINATION

IMAGINATION

Imagination does not just belong

In the minds of children young.

There are those of us who like to see

And to feel that we belong.

A friend was the artist here

And I the writer true.

We spent some time together

And painted this picture for you.

We crossed a bridge from a town

And felt the breezes soft and sweet.

Clear blue skies were here 

We felt it such a treat.

A roadside stall with fruit galore

Oranges and Apples mellow.

And honey sweet plums

All purple and yellow.

An Artist’s easel all set up 

In the shade of a welcoming tree.

A stream running by with water clear ~

This is the picture we see.

Pebbles here all rounded and worn

And larger ones near the edge.

Some of them have a hint of moss

And act just like a little ledge.

We can smell the blossoms 

And hear the bird’s sweet singing.

Storm clouds gather here 

And the tiny birds are winging.

We discuss the rain to come

At the ending of the day.

The washing and the refreshing –

It’s mother natures way.

Together we walk back 

And leave the picture true.

We reflect and wonder ~

The way that Artists do.

We come back to the real world

More peaceful and serene.

Refreshed and restored

By the things that we have seen.

We have shared a symphony 

Of music of the mind

And I am certain that it is

The best music you can find.

© Linda J. Vaughan

November 4 2001