My Perennial Pleasantry
It’s the first fresh scent of a newborn Spring’s hyacinth
that invigorates my spirit
after a gloomy Winter’s slumber.
And I wait,
and I know,
how that joyful vibrance to my essence is brought back to life
when Spring’s reminder of appreciation is gifted
through the awakening of my little guardian angels of nature.
It’s within the little bell faces of each bloom,
smiling up at me under a youthful dawn’s shadow,
that hypnotizes me!
I am mesmerized at this epiphany to cherish life’s blessings!
Every glorious promise that faith could present
is gifted to me
through the pastel garden portrait of a sentimental season’s uprising.
But,
it is the faded, pink hyacinth that calls out most intimately to me.
For it was the very first flower
that rode bravely in the grip of my first-born son
as he smiled so lovingly and presented it to me
on my first Mother’s Day so many years ago now.
What a magnificent treasure is held within the Dutch hyacinth’s emergence for me!