Oh how I wish for a ground hog day
just now as spring comes out to play
Pastoral scenic perfection
with delicate greens to delight,
backdrop of trees shimmering in pearly light.
A field of gold on the horizon,
with daisy and bluebell for decoration;
cherry pink foretaste of feast to come –
for the birds, not us, but who cares?
My joy is now, for a world in bloom.
Ephemeral beauty sings to me
but how I wish it could stay
for ever and ever enchanting,
perpetual ground hog day.