Sense of Spring
Feel the light
Feel the air
Begin to sense
Something there
Like a difference
Like a new thing
Sense the change
We call Spring
Smooth, glare ice
Now a muddy mush
All soon to be
Green and lush
A newborn feeling
An evolving hue
Pale yellow rays
Touch sky blue
Dabs of purple
With tulip pink
Lift our eyes and
The way we think
Today is the day
That shall bring
Clearly a change
We call Spring
Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2020
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