Spring Forsythia
She survives through the winter, but she seeks no favors
Peeking through the green
Rain is her friend, she comes in the spring
Inviting the sunshine, to smile on her face
Nothing can rival, her bright golden grace
Gladness she brings, to each vibrant place
Forsythia's splendor
Of her bright yellow swirls
Reaches the sunshine when the thaw breaks
Subdued and dormant, she suddenly wakes
Yawning and stretching...she raises her head
To suddenly blossom, and stirs in her bed
Her sovereign beauty delights everyone
In faithful gold flowers...under the sun
A treasure of gold at the first sign of spring
For Carol Brown's contest...."Flowers of Spring"
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