It is almost here! Spring! The spring equinox is three days away! It is the day we have equal time of sunlight and night. The cold front that came in on Sunday was winter’s last “ha-ha”, or we hope anyway. The songbirds have been busy preparing their nests. Hopefully, any eggs laid have been kept warm during this dip in temperatures. Our daffodils came and went. We await the pops of color and fragrance with the red buds, cherry blossoms, and tulips in our backyard. We await rebirth and babes.
“Consider how the wildflowers grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you, not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these.” ~ Luke 12:27 NIV
Last week my husband and I steeled away from work and home. While traveling to southern Missouri, Tennessee, and Arkansas the flowering trees such as plum and red buds showed off their colors in the woods. My preoccupation with God’s magnificent craftmanship and restrained screen time, words ran through my mind. The words eventually came out in this poem I wrote.
Spring’s Early Attire
The naked woods are preparing
to be dressed in their finest.
From the earth sprouting green buds,
then lavenders giving passionate kisses.
Soon sunshine yellow is feathered
around buttons on long emerald wands.
Pure white blossoms flutter
soft hallelujahs in the spring breeze.
Lacey veils and green sheaths contrast,
coverlets complete each other.
The periwinkle is gently whispered,
the pinks layered in chiffon ruffles.
Clusters of mauve popping in the trees
like wedding bouquets the branches hold.
Austere reds, oranges, and purples
some scalloped edges, others spray black.
The spectacular fashion show stages
in textured colors for the warming season.
Anna Marie Gall ~ March 2026
Woman Warrior 