Sonnet

The Lord is in in His holy temple.
His eyes look down on the world.
Nature is more and stirringly ample.
Winters cold and wet sails are furled.

The Laburnum burns bright yellow.
The lilac spreads her purple haze.
Beneath the blooming apple bud all is mellow.
The lavender casts her many branched gaze.

It is May in the garden growing.
The tulips and daffodils are now sleeping.
But everything else is surging.
Primrose and bluebell are flowering.

But I am waiting for the Rose in her glory.
To tell Summer’s story.

Haiku

God is in nature
His word springs forth the lilac
And closes winter