Sunday Garden

A Sunday afternoon, with the sun out
And tempertures lift to the 70's with a shout.
A walk through a garden, where greenhouses and grounds lay
Makes for a perfect day and a perfect way
To spend some time.

Spring rains have lent a lushness to all the plants,
While sunlight causes shadows to slant.
Light plays on the greens, the purples, the gold.
Everything here new, nothing old.
Spring is the real start of a new year.

Rainy Start

Such a rainy way to the start of May,

With a drizzly, grizzly gray day.

After weeks of brightness from the sun

We knew such a day had to come

To fatten up the buds.

Trees are green and full of leaves.

Grass is growing and flowers no longer tease

But have burst into full color.

Between warmth, sun and rain duller

Is banished.