"Joyful Curmudgeon" An oxymoron?
No! I see all the beauty of God's creation and I'm joyful. At the same
time, I see all the suffering and corruption going on in the world, and feel
called to help expose and end it so that we may have true peace and compassion.
Today is too beautiful to spend indoors, so I took a break and spent some
time doing a bit of yard work and enjoying our forsythias, daffodils and
hyacinths that have been slow in blooming, due to the March and early April
cold spell.
I’ve finished a poem, Forsythias, that I started yesterday. Frank prefers
the more serious stuff, and loved the one I wrote for yesterday’s Blog!
Maybe tomorrow I’ll use another serious poem – one I finished this morning.
Well, here it is: (Note: I apologize if I’m wrong in assuming that
forsythias haven’t been honored previously with poetry!)
There’s a poem about daffodils,
and poems about seas,
words praising sunsets
and, of course, the trees.
But what about forsythias?
Don’t they deserve some praise?
What’s spring without this yellow flower
for us on which to gaze?
Forsythia, forsythia,
you harbinger of spring,
like daffodils, you touch my heart,
you cause my soul to sing.
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