Spring
When all the garden was turning green,
I knew that spring was near.
This time, the most flowers I’ve ever seen
Are bringing butterflies here.
This is my favourite season of the year.
And, yes, perhaps my thoughts will turn to love,
As birds are nesting in the trees;
I spot a nest with eggs above
Me, as I enjoy the sunshine and gentle breeze,
And hear the humming of the bees.
For Francine’s Spring Quintain contest, written 11th April
Copyright © Jack Horne | Year Posted 2014
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