Magical Spring
Our spring is a magical time of the year;
the time we applaud its awakening sign,
as buds open up overnight to appear.
When days become longer and warmer, it's clear
Forsythia knows to turn gold on the vine.
Our spring is a magical time of the year.
Then soon, yellow Daffodils bring us more cheer;
each dance in the breeze, standing tall by design-
as buds open up overnight to appear.
And Violets sprinkle the lawn far and near;
with clover, they mingle in clusters so fine.
Our spring is a magical time of the year.
Before long the Dogwood announce their premiere;
with blossoms of pink or white, look so divine-
as buds open up overnight to appear.
The landscape of springtime paints a new frontier,
when winter surrenders, gives up to consign-
our spring is a magical time of the year,
as buds open up overnight to appear.
April 10, 2022
Stanzas are Villanelle form,
with 11 syllables per line
and Tetrameter Rhythm.
Meter Per Line: -/--/--/--/
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