A Poem: Before the bloom

Before the Bloom

As the cold winter rain weaves its way into the soil

Life slows as growth rest for the waiting sun

Months pass with holidays in their wake

A season of celebration with bows never as beautiful as those to come

And when the air grows warm, the time draws near

Sleepy shadows basking in a new light

While Bees chase golden pollen in the breeze,

Quietly colors emerge in the dawn caressed with dew

The moment is here, God’s brush stroke of color

An original composition by the author of Ends and Beginnings

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About ends and beginnings blog

I am a frustrated writer and poet waiting to be discovered. A stand-up philosopher performing on a street corner near you. A Christian with questions but I don’t want to hear your answers. A Buddhist with a bumper sticker on my truck to prove it. A collector of quotes. A grower of lettuce. The Patron Saint of earthworms who name their children after me. A cyclist whose big ass strains the seams of his Lycra bibs. I am American by birth, Southern by the grace of God. My goal in life is to leave an imprint on the lives of the people I love not a footprint on the earth. I am a son, a husband, a father composed of 65%-Oxygen, 18%-Carbon, 10%-Hydrogen, 3%-Nitrogen, 3%-Diet Coke and 1%-Oreo.
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6 Responses to A Poem: Before the bloom

  1. Anne Jay says:

    Beautiful poem.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Love this – a real celebration of spring awakenings…is the picture a rhodedendron? It’s really pretty!

    Liked by 1 person

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