Spring Signs - Poem by Barry Middleton
The first orchid is open now,
an angel with silver wings.
A bird nest fern is still asleep,
and dreams of magical things.
Spring comes but once a year
to freshen the garden again.
Azaleas know the mandate well,
to brighten the heart of men.
A tropic wind is building a cloud,
awakening Eden once more,
reminding me to never forget
all these fragile things I adore.
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