What is that popping up from the ground?
Have you wandered outside lately, looking down and around?
It might surprise you to see what new life is unfolding,
Or to notice wildflowers boldly growing
Where there’s not yet been mowing.
Spring’s a bit wild, a bit wooly;
Winter’s neatness mussed up
With random greening which hides it.
Like a child not yet trained to color within the lines,
Springtime’s exuberance comes in spurts, and at odd times.
Random flowers pop out of the grass,
Unplanted, untended, almost magically fast.
So keep a sharp eye on the trees and the ground,
Don’t ever miss springtime pulling colors from brown.
This mystery unfolds once every year,
But to appreciate the beauty,
BE fully here;
Watching and listening, sniffing and touching,
If you don’t look for beauty,
You might miss it, while rushing.
Words and Photos by Woodland Gnome 2014