"These Days of Spring"

For those of you unable to get to Table Rock Mountain to see the wildflowers, here is my poem that the Nature Conservancy posted on the trail. (See last week's post for a description of the trail.) 

These Days of Spring

These days the sun exhales with warmth and pours

Over the peak ablaze with smiles. It paces

In leisure through a lapis sky where soars

The big-winged hawk the glorious blue embraces.

These days, at forest's edge, the shooting stars

Flamingo-pink—and buttercups rich gold,

Camas blue as robin's-egg skies—set bars

Of color into which winter's wastes fold.

These days the fuchsia rows of redbud trees,

White clouds of flowering pears, and candy-pink

Crabapple waves present to eager breeze

Their petals, delicate flakes for air to drink.

Gathering all that glory on the wing

A bid's song colors air. These days of spring.