To You

To You To you I promise swaying trees A hint of jasmine in the breeze The smell of earth in April rain The drizzling drops on window pane To you I promise morning’s glow A crocus popping through the snow The early bird with orange breast The contents of a robin’s nest I promise you a flower bed A feathered wing of cardinal red The sound of stream and gurgling flow Meandering through the fallen snow To you I promise scent of rose A meadow where the heather grows The golden beams in sunset sky And painted wing of butterfly I promise you an ocean strand A bucket full of silver sand A windy beach where sea gulls swoop The gentle sway of lazy sloop To you I promise hills of green A little brook of clear pristine And filtered sunbeams dancing round The fallen leaves on forest ground The rhythms of life’s flow and ebb A spider’s silver lacy web White clouds that pass in sky of blue Sweet smell of spice I promise you I promise leaves of crimson red And candles in a pumpkin head The geese that fly beyond our reach The scent of apples, pear and peach To you I promise crystal flakes Steep snowy banks and frozen lakes And icicles that clink and chime The music of the winter time I promise mist on country pond And stars that you can wish upon A cricket’s chirp, a bullfrog’s leap The life in Mother Nature’s keep I promise you a Christmas Eve Of magic thoughts that never leave The dream that comes in evening’s haze And lasts the rest of all your days To you I promise joy and fun Of things I haven’t seen or done The dreams that you have yet to dream In shadows of a moonlit beam Everything of greatest worth I’ll promise on your day of birth I’ll promise you a sunset sky And painted wing of butterfly (to my unborn grandson) Written February 13th, 2002 © on Feb 13 2002 06:22 AM PST   0 • 10