Purple Loosestrife
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Spring is in the air
I feel it; I swear!
A gentle touch only felt
when Spring is waking
and Winter's breaking;
as snow and ice start to melt.
Geese start flocking north,
for Spring calls them forth.
And songbirds are on their way;
lured back by fresh blooms
as trees don costumes,
and flowers from Spring's bouquet.
Dandelions grow
wherever winds blow.
Weaving carpets of yellow
atop fields of green;
creating a scene
as mellow as a cello.
When Winter winds stray
Sol's light stretches day,
and color comes back to life.
Spring is everywhere;
new smells scent the air,
like fields of purple loosestrife.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2019
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