Spring Birthing
Paper whites peek through brown terrain;
the newborns of spring.
Between day lilies tiny weeds sneak by and in another bed,
young tulips return from their slumber
to greet waking irises.
Fruit trees will soon stretch their
bud-heads to brother Sun.
Roses freshen the air with their delicate perfume as,
tiny buds come out to sunbathe.
Spring has sprung!
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2015
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