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A Handful Of Spring.
Today she turned her hand,
drew close the sun, and
tipped her cup of birdsong
to clothe the hills in spring.
She called upon the celandines,
and daffodils anew.
Then stirred the heart with blossom,
from the kiss she blew.
Once again, the brush of
Once again, the brush of words to the canvas paints a beautiful, warm view of life.
Thanks for this, it's a wonderful piece of art.
Thank you Wordman, I really
Thank you Wordman, I really appreciate your comments, as I have been wondering if it's gone too far down the fluffy nursery rhyme route.