Flourishing Spring

So those long sought days are here.
  Grass turns green.
  Emollients, making their way
   to  nourish buds,  stop,
 
for the sake of
 pollination, moisture 
become the hero,  

uds sit, waiting for sunlight    
waiting for sunlight 
Then, becoming modified, 

No longer are they buds,
earing beaut;
as if, created by a skilled hand
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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