Spring
carried on a gentile wind
rolling on its way
and with a flutter of his hand
it brightens up the day
and as he dances about the ground
animals peak out from around
to watch his magnificant shuffle
without even making a sound
and the flowers they bloom gracefully
as he strides above their roots
only to dace away again
and to return another year
Copyright © Rachel Temkin | Year Posted 2008
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