Springtime

By Dave HOod

Winter’s melted away, replaced by
Blue skies, warm weather, sunshine.
Blue jays, cardinals, nibbling at the feeder.
Birch and maple leaves rustling.
Green grass, dandelions sprouting.
Mowing the lawn begins.In the garden,
red and yellow roses blooming.
A solitary bike ride along a quiet path.
Laughter of children playing in the park.
Barking dogs. “Helloes”from the neighbors.
Weekly golf games with buddies. A nightly stroll.
Holding hands, laughing with my love.
Tickets to cheer for the ball team.Sipping a brew
on the patio. Cooking steak on the barbecue.
A trip up north, to open the cottage.Canoeing
on a quiet lake. Call of a loon, sighting of moose.
Black bears awake from hibernation. A Beaver
building a dam in the river. Another spring arrives.
Hope springs internal.

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About Dave Hood

Lover of poetry, fiction, creative nonfiction. Professional photographer and writer. Without the arts, life would be rather mundane, like a walk down the same old path on a dull day.
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