Spring Day One
Spring Day One
Day One of Spring and it’s 86.
Anxiously, the trees have been watched,
Will the old natives burst buds one more time?
How long will puffs stay on the dandelions?
Dear Iris have come and are now hanging over;
Bare soil is covered with sticker clover.
A newly painted deck is insulted by elm debris.
Spring like a comforting mother, is here protectively.
For she knows she must curl her big strong arms
Around her world with the coming of storms
Copyright © Sunlite Wanter | Year Posted 2017
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