Spring
The rain passes through
Coming down in a pitter-patter as
it's slender wet feet plant themselves
into the ground,
with green grass and trees
blooming in their wake
It's just the third month
But the year, newly born, has found its legs
and is marching in.
Copyright © Alex Roberson | Year Posted 2016
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