Always

The tree frog symphony 

welcomed the starry night,

their music a bit haunting 

and still a spring delight.

The world in a bit of turmoil

and still the seasons turn

springing  hope and faith

as winter now adjourns. 

The sun begins to rise 

as the stars fade away,

a celebration of life as

we are here for another

day.

The hills go about dressing

in colors of green and gold

as little buttercups are blooming

like a carpet over the field.

The weather fickle

sometimes warm, sometimes cold,

as it struggles to canvas 

with sunrays of gold . 

The silence is broken 

by the bluebirds morning song,

like a pinch to my soul

that I am always in your arms.