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Jacque Padula, of Maple Ave., has published several new poems in the Iona Collage literary magazine, "Lirical Musings."  Her "Flowers of Spring," published in 2006, was inspired by the blossoms in her back yard.   "Impressions of Home" (below) was published in 2007 10th Anniversary Edition.

 

 

 

 

Flowers of Spring  

by Jacquelin Padula

 

Crocus     

Winter's snow still coats my garden,

shy, small blooms come peeping through.

Earliest hint of season's pardon

herald Spring's advent anew.

 

Andromeda     

Just outside my kitchen window,

graceful bells of purest white

burdening bending branches low,

tremble in Spring's gentle light

 

Forsythia     

Long before Spring's thaw is felt,

e'er they don green summer wear,

e'en fore Winter's snow is melt,

frothy yellow fronds appear.

 

Hyacinth     

First, the scent is in the air!

Color of my natal gemstone,

see them?  Standing gathered there?

Fragrant, lovely, gracing God's throne.

 

Tulips     

Shining in the sun's bright luster,

bobbing, nodding each bright head.

Yellow, red and pink, they cluster

glad that winter's wrath has fled.

 

Bluebells     

In a quiet wood of splendor

carpeted in brilliant blue

bowing gracefully to render

homage, as Spring burgeons new.

 

 

I close the door behind me and I'm home.
Comfort, familiarity, surround me. My feet
automatically guide me to the light switch. Without
thinking, my jacket is hung in its accustomed place.

I open the back door to let in a waft of
refreshing air. The sound of my neighbor's barking
dog creates its usual tingle of annoyance, but I call
"Hush!" and he's quiet.

The rose bush is blooming. Its delicious scent
fills the air. It mingles with the smell of wet, new
cut grass. It rained today. There's a softness in the
air that you can almost touch and the silence is
broken only by the gentle chirping of the birds as
they settle for the night. I kick off my sandals and,
barefoot, glide across the cool tiles in an
impromptu dance step.

I'm not lonely, I'm not really alone.

 

 

 
 

 

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