"Inspiration is not so much what is seen as what is felt." - Marie
Summer burst slowly About me today Her edges a tapestry of green Foregoing the heat Of her coming days She seemed most willing to please Her balmy breezes Ruffed my hair And kissed my sun warmed skin And I basked in fragrances Clean and sweet as I listened To bird-lings sing I gazed then in awe At fluttering leaves And marveled at things unseen A God who designs And provides such things At the close of a snowy spring.
"Summer comes slowly here in the mountains but when it does come It provokes awe. To witness the beauty and the magic that summer provides grants contrast from a loving God." -Marie Atwood