Springtime
Springtime unfurls inself in the fragrant air
as passersby walk with a light step in their gait
while birds fly free
backdrop to scented sky
calling each other
as they melt into springtime fusions and rhythms
Springtime is a wonderfully special time
blossoms emerge seemingly suddenly
from dark earth holding many tiny seeds
and then
with love and attention from that golden
disk in the sky
blossoms and blooms grow
colours emerge
all vibrant and suddenly
a huge canvas is painted with splashs of colour
Springtime
yes
my favorite time of year
is here.
Copyright © Cherilyn Fry | Year Posted 2009
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