Rest

Taking their own sweet time,
these little knobs protruding
from bark covered extensions
pose against gray, cloudy,
birthing in the airy surround
to azure spring.
Wispy laces bursting verdant
leaving soon to be forgotten surprises
as the heat of summer seeds its
complacency to bare once again
our senses need
for respite.
Easily we give in to hoping
for change, choosing
to uncover it all
in the shade of that secret place
where only the few are expected
only some are allowed.
Hidden you might find me,
waiting...perhaps

SadieLu©2013

I do like forgot surprise's.

(((Sadie)))