Life Resurected Poem by james stillwell

Spring Life Resurrected

This morning as I took my early walk,
I heard the Meadow Larks begin to talk.
To my left was a field of Black-eyed Susans
With eyes so dark,
And still I heard the song of the MeadowLark.
To my right was a beautiful bouquet of
Petulant, purple Petunias waving in the breeze.
It was nature catching my eye,
And this moment of beauty I wanted to seize.
On the air I caught the scent of the wild Rose so sweet.
It was Spring my heart began laugh and dance and beat.
God again brought me through another season so
Barren and cold.
Life resurrected I now see unfold.

Jim Stillwell