Clues To Spring
Sun slowly rises.
Up from the tree tops,
Bringing crisp surprises.
Birds appearing as props,
Awaiting fresh new crops,
Spring has arrived, so awaited.
Morning star pry open my eyes.
Fresh coffee brews now abated.
Brightens senses without disguise.
Willing my soul to look at the skies,
Stepping outside, crispness alerts me.
All my perceptions are found true.
As I find a fortune to glorious degree.
White clouds fluffed in sky of blue.
Spring has come, all these are a clue.
date written 02/11/2012
written for
Sponsor Francine Roberts
Contest Name english quintain a spring day
Copyright © Cecil Hickman | Year Posted 2012
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