Springs Precious Gold
Petals wind-dancing,
shed no tears in spring.
Elated blossoms,
shimmering showers,
laughing their bright hues.
Pungent perfumes
delight senses,
tickle fancies;
a spring scent-fest.
Translucent
dancing Fey
celebrate;
Spring life’s
precious;
Gold.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2019
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