Painting: Monet's Garden of Giverny

First Day of Spring 2007

The birds in the woods
...sing in spring voices
...as the fire-red melting sun readies
...for its daily departure.
They are happy voices--
filled with newfound glee
...causing us to drift off and dream
...of the potpourri of young wildflowers
...about to sprout along the trail to Buttermilk Falls.
Last night the skunks returned
...after the long winter
...for a late dinner of birdseed
...under the backyard feeders.
They know spring is nigh, and
we too are eager for first sightings
...of the bluebells, wild hyacinth and showy orchis.
Is it any wonder Monet found ecstasy
...in his favorite spring garden at Giverny?
Is it any wonder
...each of us turns artist in the springtime?