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.




Author's Notes/Comments: 

Thought the Spring would never come. So cold for so long, this day was very welcome.

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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.

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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.