Wearing the Green
I wake to hear a robin sing
And opened wide the doors of spring!
There are gossamer glints of gladness now!
Tiny buds are wearing green
Green dresses hills, upon the brow,
And paints the twigs of every bough
Green tiptoed in while I was sleeping.
She roused the meadows from their beds.
She cheered the willows, sad from weeping.
She poked her head and said hello
I'll plant a sprout and do some weeding
She calls me to the garden shed!
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Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2012
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