Brush Strokes Of Color
The air is cool, not cold
and refreshingly slight,
with the sweet scent of Spring.
The sun begins shining
while songbirds start to chirp,
and hooking geese take wing.
Spring's stay can be fleeting;
and so, I am hoping,
this first visit will last.
Winter's a memory
like frozen yesterdays,
now buried in the past.
Green saturates the scene,
and rebuilds paradise
out of Winter's squalor.
Warm Spring showers nourish
and rejuvenate life,
with brush strokes of color.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2018
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