Flourishing Spring
So those long sought days are here.
Grass turns green.
Emollients, making their way
to nourish buds, stop,
for the sake of
pollination, moisture
become the hero,
uds sit, waiting for sunlight
waiting for sunlight
Then, becoming modified,
No longer are they buds,
earing beaut;
as if, created by a skilled hand
Copyright © Lynn Elaine Fuller | Year Posted 2016
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