By: Frances Leitch

Spring In The Air

In thinking
of that warm breeze
Felt after burrowing through
the long, white winter
In thinking
of delight and ease
A smile crossed
the rutted road
And time stopped
Held me there
In a moment’s joy
Spring in the air

Wildflowers

The flowers that spew
Across a barren hill
And shove their heads
Out of the rock and cranny
And from beneath the bush top
That fling their heads
Every which way
And dress the mountain slopes
In petaled gowns
And allow meadows to wear
Bonnets in their hair

Company

Green green
the green-threaded hills
Overhead a blue sky
Fluffy white clouds
roam on by
Daffodils raise
their heads
to the sun
Birds chirp
in cypress tree
All a wellspring
of life flow
In nature’s company

Meadow Lark’s Song

Hear a meadow lark sing
See spring’s flowers
pop their heads up
to touch the sun
The brook that knows no end
Gurgles and splashes
delightfully
And a butterfly, black velvet
trimmed in tangerine
flutters by nonchalantly
Beneath the blue sky
so high and free
See dandelions
and buttercups
And feel the warm
spring breeze passing by
Catch the sun
the meadowlark’s cry

Sun Talk

The dove cooed
upon the bough
My life is sunny
Sky blue now
Not forlorn
and I hope
not more torn
The clouds
melt in the sun
of spring
My life a melody
to sing
And looking to sky
on high I spy
Wing flutter settling
on the branch
ANOTHER

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Frances has been spinning tales of life, the sea, the desert, and wild open spaces since her youth. Over the years, her writing has appeared in numerous poems and articles. She most delights in crafting poetry that carries forward nature’s wonder—each piece capturing and pocketing a little bit of the sun.