Breath of Spring
I feel her coming, and upon my nape
she’s brushing me! Oh my, I have been kissed!
I know she will get stronger. Then she’ll drape
the trees with all the colors I have missed
since last she visited. How nice she is.
She brings such beauty, and sweet fragrance too.
A bit rambunctious, sometimes she can whiz
right past me, swishing leaves. And skies once blue
might darken then, but when the rains come down,
I know they are her way to bless us more,
for grass that in the winter had been brown
becomes lush green. Come, Flowers I adore -
my pretty Roses – Let the breath of Spring
revive you as the hills with birds’ song ring.
March 8, 2021
For the Breath Of Spring Poetry Contest of Regina McIntosh
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