One of Spring's hidden treasures.

Creation's Time to Play

Down below the scattered mulch
beneath the Wandering Jew,
lay babies small
with no fur at all,
slick with the morning dew.

Crouching down beside the nest,
gingerly I seek to find
a tangled womb
in need of more room
cradling nature's kind.

Barely moving, crowded brood,
bodies cupped together rest
safely inside,
together abide,
waiting for Mother's breast.

Each day brings a changing view
as their fur begins to grow,
tawny brown
soft as eiderdown,
warm in the melting snow.

Springtime's birth brings life again.
Creation's time to play.
A plan devine,
sweet as apple wine,
as bunnies hop away!

Poetry by Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2006-04-06 at 21:14

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Zoya Zaidi
Soft and tender do the words fall
to the weary ears,
Soft and tender is he effect of this poem dear,
Life celebrated, spring uravaled, if we
only care,
To look around us, there is so much there!

LOVE, xxx, Zoya

lastromantichero The PoetBay support member heart!
a lovely celebration of springtime well done welcome to the bay rgds mike