Spring- An Open Door
Fluffy clouds sail across the sky,
and I drink from the deep blue azure where birds fly;
I was thirsty, oh so thirsty for spring,
for birds that sing . . .
And for daffodils and tulips and crocus,
oh, sweet the lush lilac drooping;
and sunlit puddles and new born kittens.
In my garden purple violets are pushing to be free,
and yesterday a butterfly came to visit me;
the trees have put away their winter scene,
and now stand vibrant in shades of green,
I am no longer the wilted flower of winter,
but have spring-cleaned my weather-stained soul;
my hair is a flowing river touched by a breeze,
and my view is a sea of blooms sun-kissed.
Peaceful is a robin bathing in the rain,
and scampering squirrels run insane.
Everything is awakening with promise,
a sweetness washes away the dregs of winter;
and spring is like an open door . . . waiting.
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April 25, 2018
Poetry/Free Verse/Spring- An Open Door
Copyright Protected, ID 18- 1016-900-01
All Rights Reserved, 2018, Constance La France
Written for the contest, Spring
sponsor, Craig Cornish
Fourteenth Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2018
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