A purple-blue pouch spreads overhead.
When God unzips it,
diamonds spill out
and clatter to the earth.
A ribbon of color spreads overhead
as the sun pierces the empty pouch.
Arches of shades of red, yellow, and blue
glitter in the sun's rays.
How nice to have a spring day in April! We have looked for it all winter!
Glorious gowns of green sing Spring!
Here is my post for Day Eight in Writing 101: Death to Adverbs
Today’s Prompt: Go to a local café, park, or public place and write a piece inspired by something you see. Get detailed: leave no nuance behind.
Today’s twist: write an adverb-free post.
I walked through the park, green with life. As the weeks have passed since the calendar said Spring was here, I have watched life being birthed on the trees. Some have remained leafless in the middle of April, but it was a joy to see buds turn to leaves on many of them. Daffodils lined the path that led through the park and when I passed the playground, I smiled at the presence of mothers and fathers pushing children, who begged, “Push higher!” The sun beamed on everyone striding on the path. Some stopped to play hopscotch on the diagram drawn on the sidewalk. Dogs on leashes danced down the path in front of their owners. All in all, it was a day to enjoy Spring and the warmth of the season. Rain may fall, but winter is done, and the sun is smiling.
Day Day One: Unlock the Mind for Blogging University 101. Spring is on my mind, so here are my thoughts on this great season!
It is so neat to have warmer temperatures. When I went out lately, I wear a jacket, much nicer than a heavy coat.
And the trees are in bloom, at least some of them. If I look close, I can see branches with buds of leaves on trees that look bare. I have seen trees with red blossoms on them. Which brings me to the question: if trees produce oxygen by photosynthesis, by means of green leaves, how do trees with no green leaves produce oxygen? Last summer, I saw a man standing near one of those red trees and I asked him my question, but he didn’t know. I have seen trees covered with white blossoms, but if I looked closely, I could see green leaves hiding behind the white blossoms. I didn’t see any on red-blossom trees.
I am thankful that God sends spring after winter. Easter reminds me of that. After Jesus’ death, his resurrection, which means new life for us in Him. My life in my relationship with Him is sometimes, sad to say, like that of nature’s spring, up and down. But I am thankful that He loves me and as I abide in Him, He changes me to be more like Himself. Then, I bear fruit: love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, self-control (from Ephesians 5:22, 23).
Father, thanks for spring.
Thanks Blogging University.