Spring Awakens Poem by Shaun Cronick

I wander down the quiet paths,
With happy thoughts of Spring.
And peek into each dusky nook,
Where tiny flowers cling.

In this season jack in the pulpit,
Dons his frock of brown and green.
And tells his band of wood folk,
How to live a life serene.

The clear white petals of bloodroot,
Shine from its green-land bower.
Clever people used to make perfume,
From the roots of this perfect flower.

And the violet, shy and retiring,
Lifts its dainty little head.
On the banks of a sparkling pool,
In a lovely scented bed.

The frail white petals of anemone,
Do their best to catch my eye.
Since they're dressed so modestly,
One could easily pass them by.

And hepatica, with its new Spring dress,
In sweet lavenders delicate hue.
Displays with understandable pride,
The work Mother Nature can do.

And the wonder of the great outdoors,
Brings peace and calm and rest.
And we who are close to quiet woods,
Are so surely greatly blessed.