Spring
The lass known as spring
dons her pretty smock;
blushing pink as dawn,
she merrily strolls
through gardens and fields.
She talks to trees.
They green; some bloom!
She sings to plants.
Beauty bursts forth.
She calls out;
creatures come
together!
She smiles.
We feel
Joy.
April 1, 2019
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
For the Diminished Hexaverse Contest About Spring Poetry Contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2019
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