Springtime in Indiana
Most of my poems are from what can best be described as my "Blue Period", aka "The Dark Year of the Restless Soul".
Photo courtesy Pixabay
Springtime in Indiana
Springtime in Indiana
Like a bright new shiny dawn
Everything awakens
With a stretch and stifled yawn
Insects creep and trees awake
The grass grows slowly green
The springtime showers
Rouse the flowers
And stir up smells unseen
The squirrels, the birds
The outside world
Sing songs of like renewed
The children play
And young hearts stray
To thoughts of nights in June
The farmers plow
And plant their fields
The gardeners cultivate
They sow their seeds
And wipe out weeds
Their harvests they await
Photo courtesy Pixabay
The bikers call their pleasure steeds
In hopes of midnight rides
With engines stroked
And oily smoke
They journey side by side
The kids all play
And await the day
When teachers no longer rule
A forward look
To days without books
And afternoons spent at the pool
The sights
The smells
The warm sunshine
There's magic in the air
Nature grabs the best of us
Love is everywhere
Springtime in Indiana
Like back home everywhere
Springtime in Indiana
Can't wait to get back there.
Time lapse of new growth
© 2018 Hal Gall
