Through the Flowers

I look through the wishes

of aging dandelions

and see the blue jay's return

to his roost

on the dogwood tree.

He perches like a sentinel

a security guard

ever watchful over his territory

in the blooms.

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I look through the spikey

white petals of clovers

the soft whisps sprouted from luck

and see a bunny rabbit

soft and brown

emerge from her burrow

lean from winter's slumber

and ready to feast

on the bounty of spring.

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I look through the colorful

ovals of tulips,

the stars of daffodils,

and ring the bells of snow drops

to bear witness to a kaleidoscope

of Earth coming back to life

stretching with new growth

and yawning with returning bird song

life begins anew everywhere

what a wonder to see life

framed through the flowers of spring