I Feel Spring
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I feel Spring's touch irrevocably leaving
telltale fingerprints on dripping icicles.
Wafting sweet scents with every warm breeze,
Her breath fills my lungs with fresh air.
I feel Spring playfully, tauntingly, ever so softly,
blowing sensually upon my neck, toying with me.
The sky changes color, hosting differing blues
as the melting snowflakes morph into streams.
I feel Spring's motherly presence
in the chirp of a cricket's forlorn trill.
Songbirds return, and buds begin to
shadow trees in green stubble,
defying Winter's clean-shaven look.
I feel Spring summoning showers
to enhance Nature's breathtaking beauty.
Colors of the rainbow ink a plethora of flowers,
as the birds build nests, the earth renews,
and Spring rains strip away Winter's white.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2018
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