by Michael Groetsch

As I visit my garden this day,
My eyes surrender to the life of an early Spring.
 Delicate blossoms on an almost lifeless vine.
The miniature world of bugs and tiny creatures
That scurry within the garden’s disheveled mud.
Ducklings closely trailing their protective mother.
Two squirrels frolic across a leafless tree.
Moments like this always echoes the presence of God.