Wildflowers of Spring
Wild violets and yellow buttercups signal spring’s arriving
Along the road Sweet William in purple splendor thriving
As I walk among them I smell their sweet perfume
And see white clouds of dogwood on the hill in bloom
Plumes of Indian paintbrush set the fields ablaze
Colors from God’s palette, beauty for our gaze
Snowy mayflowers petals beneath large emerald leaves
Like canopies for fairies, if only you believe
Jaunty Dutchman’s breeches dangling from a stem
Redbuds cling to branches, each a magenta gem
I spy jack-in-the-pulpits with green and purple hoods
As I tread on soft green mosses carpeting the woods
I’m reminded of God’s promises that each new season brings
After barren winters I’m thankful for wildflowers of spring
Sue Ikerd
May 8, 2018©