I have recently discovered Rumi. How have I not known about this wonderful poet from the 13th century. I share with you part of his poem on Spring.
Again, the violet bows to the lily.
Again, the rose is tearing off her gown!
The green ones have come from another world,
tipsy like the breeze up to some new foolishness.
Again, near the top of the mountain
the anemone’s sweet features appear.
The hyacinth speaks formally to the jasmine,
“Peace be with you.” “And peace to you, lad!
Come walk with me in this meadow.”
all good wishes from Denny Bradbury and may your days be full of love and peace.