poetpotter

Narcissus in my flowerbeds Here come the flowers, the springtime beauties, narcissus, daffodils, crocus—all signs of spring in our northern hemisphere. I can't remember a time when I didn't like spring. Plants poking their stems through the ground, the smell of an April wind, seeing the early spring flowers, and one of my favourites, the yearly trip to the bush on or about Mother's Day, Maybe the only thing I didn't like particularly was the mud that came with spring rains.  And yet, even the rain that made the mud, when there was enough of it, was refreshing. Imagine the rain coming down in huge drops.  I watched one day from inside my car while waiting in a parking lot to attend a meeting. The rain had come up quite quickly and I decided, rather than getting soaked to the skin before the meeting that I'd wait it out where I was.  I watched as the released moisture from the cloud danced all around me. Here's a poem of mine, inspired by the ra