Luke 12:27 – Woman Warrior

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,