Signs of Spring
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I woke to the tinkling of melting snow
flowing from my roof to the ground below.
And a robin's chirp in a nearby tree,
sounded like he was serenading me.
The rising sun was wearing a warm smile
that made my getting up seem all worthwhile.
I opened my window to sniff the air,
and sure enough, it smelled like spring out there.
My yard was dabbled with patches of green,
and my snowman had all but fled the scene.
Tulips and daffodils poked through the ground,
and soon, their floral beauty will abound.
A tepid, gentle wind caressed my skin,
and I felt the shift in seasons begin.
(Couplet)
4/6/2017
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2017
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