An Early Spring
Enduring Winter's tedious doldrums,
I relish the slightest sign of an early Spring,
it is my favorite time of the year!
The honking cries of migrating geese returning
or the dripping drops of icicles melting
fill my heart with hope and promise,
and I can't hide my smile.
I love the subtle earthy breath of Spring
carried aloft upon each scented breeze,
and the tactile feel of a warm, sensual sun
caressing my face.
Green inks the canvas, dripping from Nature's brush,
as She mixes Her palette of pigments,
and paints the colors of Spring.
Yellow daffodils, purple trillium, and pink
cherry blossoms come into bloom,
seemingly simultaneously,
as color explodes on the scene.
Robins and chickadees start nesting,
and life feels refreshed and renewed,
ready for the summer sun's sensational rays.
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