I Feel Spring
I see Spring's telltale touch leave
ethereal fingerprints on dripping icicles.
And I smell Her sweet scent on every warm breeze,
as Her breath fills my lungs with fresh air.
I feel Spring playfully, taunting me, ever so softly
blowing sensually upon my neck, toying with me.
And as the sun rises higher, hosting differing hues,
melting snowflakes, morph into trickling streams.
I hear Spring's presence:
in the chirps of a cricket's forlorn trill.
And in the songs, songbirds sing, as the buds begin to
shadow trees in green stubble;
defying Winter's clean-shaven look.
I sense Spring summoning showers
to enhance Nature's breathtaking beauty.
While each color of the rainbow inks a plethora of flowers,
as the birds build nests, while the earth renews,
and Spring rains strip away Winter's white.
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