Bemerging Life Poem by Barry A. Lanier

Green shoots with white tips,
Emerge all around
From the bushes and bark,
And even the ground.

The chipmonk sees no shadow or ice,
Announcing a newbirth, and paradise.
Bluebirds exchange, about the advent of spring,
Worker bees tarry on, protecting the their queen.

Blueberries anew, breaking up tight pods,
A mirage of true colors, sent but from God.
Mixed scents from the blossoms of trees,
Mingling aroma, of a noon day's sea.

Spreading roses of red, dogwoods of white,
Open by day, and close only by night.
Such a domain, and presence we cling.
In God's glory, and the advent of Spring.