Greening of the Spring
The copper, silver chimes are cling-a-ding-ing.
The red cardinals, wrens, and sparrows are singing.
Greening faster than I can type, the woods are alive and witty.
We are all loving the bright, vivid, fresh newest green color so pretty.
A tiny black and red striped garter snake slithers over through the grass at my feet to say “Howdy-do.”
I give her blessings, then sit back and enjoy the sun, and the
gentle waving of the grass, anew.
If there was ever a better day, I do believe it at all.
I listen to the triumphantly happy birds, chirp, whistle, and call.
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