It’s the first day
of spring!
Every leaf silent,
Hardly looses a
breath of
Perfume.
It’s the first day
of spring!
The wind stirs the
springing grass.
As colorful,
colored, clouds
Play over high
hill tops.
It’s the first day
of spring!
The sun like a blanket
Wraps around the meadow
with its warmth.
It’s the First day
of spring!
The air is a soft
whisper.
Across yards of
colorful embroidered, fabric flowers.
It’s the first
day of spring!
Interesting choice of alliteration in the second paragraph. Overall awesome!
ReplyDeleteRefreshing thoughts you share about Springtime.
ReplyDeleteI like how you love spring so much. It is a very nice poem, fresh and happy. Spring is just great. :)
ReplyDeleteTracy used some good adjectives here-fresh and happy-to describe your poem. I also like that you stuck to the theme of Springtime. Goes along quite well w the vivid photograph.
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