Brush Strokes Of Color
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The air is cool, not cold;
and refreshingly light,
with the sweet scent of Spring.
As the sun starts shining,
songbirds begin to chirp;
and butterflies take wing.
Spring's stay is oft fleeting;
and so, I am hoping
that this visit will last.
Winter's a memory
of frozen yesterdays;
time has placed in the past.
Green saturates the scene;
creating a canvas,
out of Winter squalor.
And Spring showers nourish;
rejuvenating life
with brush strokes of color.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2018
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