Grateful for the rose bush tucked away unseen,
As spring unfurls, my hopeful eyes see some green,
One little rose bud plays peekaboo,
To the winter I bid adieu.
Grateful for the beats the drummers play,
The peppy tunes making my day,
As I dance unbound, and twirl around,
My ears hear the magical sound.
Grateful for the cake the baker bakes,
Varied flavours, and scented glaze,
As I smell the heavenly aroma with a joyous smile,
And bite in the piece, soft, spongy, fragile.
Written as a Friday Reflection, prompted by Sanchie Vee who blogs at Living My Imperfect Life
Lovely poem Arpita! Spring is one of my favourite seasons and you can’t get past a nicely baked cake! 😀 Thanks for joining in!
Thanks for reading and your lovely comment Sanch ?
All the little things become big things with a dash of gratitude. Thanks for joining us for #FridayReflections.
So true.. only if we glazed our acts with gratitude, the world will become a better place ??
Now that sounds fun and delicious ? lovely write.
Beautiful post. It has all the things that warm my heart too. You penned it so well in the form of a poem, Arpita. Well done!
Thanks for reading Parul. Indeed all our joys lies within us. And that’s what we should be grateful for. 🙂
Sounds like Mardi Gras in our country (United States) although it’s far from where I live. King cake, parades, dancing. I can almost taste and hear the drums of your festival.
Mardi Gras sounds quite fun. Such joyous festivals are celebrated all over the world. After all its a celebration of life! I was referring to spring season which is knocking at our doorsteps in London, but as I said, its life that we celebrate!
I love your poem. I can taste the cake, smell the roses and hear the drumbeat. Nice work!
Thanks a lot. Glad you deciphered the true essence. 🙂
Spring, music and taste buds, all things worthy to be grateful for. I found the lines beautiful, touching my heart.
Thank you for reading Anamika. I am truly grateful for the sense of being I feel everyday. 🙂