(Sonnet/Lipogram) No letter "A"
Sweet songbirds chirp, greeting the rising sun below my bedroom window every Spring. While their cheery tunes confirm Spring's begun; green begins coloring in everything. Crocuses silently push through the ground; while frozen icicles melt, drip by drip. The honking of geese fills the sky with sounds signifying they're on their return trip. Wildflowers suddenly begin to sprout; popping from the ground, summoned by sunlight. Spring seems so splendid; there is little doubt when Spring colors supersede Winter's white. I love the scent of Spring's perfumed breezes, Winter smells sterile once the ground freezes.
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