Painting Rainbows
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Spring is the belle of the ball,
in Her gown of floral print.
And ridding the carousel
of life, She subtly arrives.
Tethered to a treetop breeze,
She unfurls emerald leaves.
And cradles budding branches,
enticing sweet sap to rise.
Tending to Nature's garden,
Spring nurtures pussy willows.
And Her warm breath melts the snow,
coaxing daffodils to sprout.
She summons April showers,
playing tag with dibbling drops.
And buffs the sun till it shines
while painting rainbows with light.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2019
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