Signs of Spring
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I woke to the tinkling of melting snow
dipping from my roof to the ground below.
A Robin chirping in a nearby tree,
sounded like it was serenading me.
The rising sun was wearing a warm smile,
that made my getting up seem all worthwhile.
I opened my window to sniff the air,
and sure enough, it smelled like Spring out there.
My yard was riffled with patches of green,
and my snowman had all but fled the scene.
Daffodils had popped up through the snow,
and some wildflowers had begun to show.
A tepid, gentle breeze caressed my skin,
and I felt the shift in seasons begin.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2017
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