Spring
Worms rotate in a peculiar procession
As spring enters - the conquering gladiator.
Saplings play in the breeze.
Dogs smile at the sun while the wind breathes with sighing despondency.
Falling leviathan snow flake blossoms, float to the ground from reoccurring trees.
Nature holds us all in her warm embrace, green, urgent, and rampant.
Copyright © Darrell Hoover | Year Posted 2007
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