It's Spring - a Violette
It's spring. Cares we're flinging,
and the birds are winging;
their birdlings are singing
growing fatter!
Love doves now are cooing.
So what could be brewing?
Romance is ensuing.
That's the matter!
All the world is playing.
Some for rain are praying.
Rainfall answers, saying
Pitter-patter.
With my worries fleeing,
it is all so freeing.
Crazy I'll be being -
a mad hatter!
Yes, the world is brighter.
Burdens now seem lighter.
Things could not be righter.
I am gladder.
April 14, 2018 for Mick Talbot's Violette Contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2018
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