Southern-Belle Charm
At first, I wasn't sure it was Spring until I felt a warm breeze, ever so gently, blow across my skin and heard the trickling sound of running water, fleeing Winter's icy grip. And I caught a whiff of Spring's unique perfume, lingering on a fresh, fragrant breeze—a rich, earthy aroma befitting Nature's favorite daughter. And dipping Her brush into a rainbow palette, Spring dappled color onto Winter's canvas of white, while unfurling trillions of leaves to green the tops of the trees. She is the Goddess for whom the birds sing, an artist extraordinaire, and the giver of life. I welcome Spring with open arms, enchanted by Her inculpable beauty, genteel grace, and friendly, flirtatious southern-belle charm.
melting into spring
icicles shrink drop by drop...
winter bleeds water
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