Garden Bloggers’ Muse Day is hosted by Carolyn Choi at Sweet Home and Garden Chicago.
LINES WRITTEN IN EARLY SPRING
Through primrose tufts, in that green bower,
The periwinkle trailed its wreaths;
And ’tis my faith that every flower
Enjoys the air it breathes.
The birds around me hopped and played,
Their thoughts I cannot measure:–
But the least motion which they made
It seemed a thrill of pleasure.
The budding twigs spread out their fan,
To catch the breezy air;
And I must think, do all I can,
That there was pleasure there.
With apologies to William Wordsworth because I dropped a few verses.