Hills of blue surround the valley
Woods of spring surround the soul
Purple petal shades of velvet
Lightly fringe a morning stroll
Every path is laced with glorious
Pastel promises of spring
Eyes are fixed on pretty woodlands
Dreams, upon a feathered wing
Fields immerge from snowy blankets
Wildflowers seize an April slope
Blooms succumb to warming sunlight
Souls to radiant beams of hope
Elizabeth Santos
A Morning Stroll
