Lining the long avenue into school
Like a glorious festive bower greeting its bride
Like a returning battalion saluting its guard
With their shades of white and pink
Now as a Vicar, I meet them again crouching
Along the path to the Church, their flowers
Bunched tightly together as if seeking protection,
Their gentle flowers too exquisite for spring winds
Nougats of concentrated beauty delighting passers-by
Cars passing by too quickly to take in their wonder
Butterflies fluttering from branch to branch
They too captivated by nature’s extravagance
Too soon they’re gone and we’re left only with
The memory of a sight beyond human creation
A spring that points forward to a glorious summer
A presage of abundance to come.
©2009
James Hart
James Hart
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