At Heaven's Doorstep

 

 So many signs of Spring are here;

Hyacinths are dancing in the sun,

Daffodils are adorned in lacy, gold gowns,

Brooks murmur and sparkle as they run.

The skies ring forth joyous melodies;

Tree leaves burst forth as songbirds sing,

A feather floats down upon the breeze -

It's the robin's calling card of Spring!

Petaled faces are opening eyes to the sun

As the tulips flaunt their colors grand,

I marvel silently as such miracles occur;

At Heaven's doorstep, I must surely stand.

Wild violets push upward to the sun

And drink in the rays of sunlit hours.

God, who fashioned Eden's enchantment.

Created such lovely trees and flowers!

 

~ Barbara Cagle Ray