Spring Prayer...
O Lord...
The trees fill
and the flowers bloom.
I need more time...
more room
in my day for pictures.
The yellow bells have me bound.
I’ve found fields
and the mark of Spring
has sealed
my hope again for holding.
The blossoms win every tree
so beautiful
They never fail to render
one useless..on occasion...
even when the care is to duty.
The beauty
remains and the soothing
of soft pedals
and full limbs
is so befitting Spring.
I cling
to the memory of sidetracks
and getting back
my favorite green fields
and secret places.
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