A Carpet Of Green
No season surpasses Spring,
though Fall is a contender.
Spring embodies warm winds to melt the snow;
a searing sun traversing bright blue skies,
and an earthy fragrance that greets each breath.
Icicles soon melt away,
disappearing drip by drip.
Drawn to a blanket of moist, tepid air,
snowdrops and crocuses are first to show;
followed by tulips poking from the snow.
As ice-packed rivers break free,
they, once more, flow to the sea.
Migrating flocks of geese, honking in flight,
signal they have retraced their journey home
as the Robin Redbreast hunts for dew worms.
Wildflowers perfume the air;
while color spreads everywhere.
Cerulean skies gather up rain clouds
as canopies shelter nesting songbirds,
and chlorophyll inks a carpet of green.
April rains are the fuel
that fuels life's renewal.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2018
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