“Consider the lilies how they grow: they toil not, they spin not; and yet I say unto you, that Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. If then God so clothe the grass…how much more will He clothe you, O ye of little faith?” Luke 12:27-28
Hair, the color of sunshine,
Eyes, cornflower blue;
Cheeks, kissed soft pink…like carnations,
Lips, tulip red.
A necklace of bluebells hangs about her neck, as she shakes her rain-drenched hair, and dons a garland of baby’s breath and a single rose…
Birds upon wing burst into song!
All of creation is reborn as she enters, wrapped in her coat of emerald-green, carrying a bouquet of Grape Hyacinth and Daffodils.
Feet shod with Lady Slippers,
Lavender is her perfume…
Her name is Spring.
By: Anita Mondragon August 2007