Spring's Song.





Filtered fingers of spring's warm touch

Add comma's to the trees.

And gnarled hands  upon the bough

May wear a ring of blossom now.

A huddle of daisies lift their face

To gossip with the sun. 

Forsythia, now, is dressed to please

She flutters yellow skirts to tease.

In joy of spring, the speedwell too

Has gaily donned his garb of blue.

For deep within all earthly things

Quickening life has now begun.






















Author's Notes/Comments: 

Another celebration of spring.

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