Spring's Time
What a magic time is spring
when fields seem aureate. Birds sing!
Cool mountain streams are running clear
as wind’s sweet whispering we hear.
Long grasses lean; the meadows green.
Small buds on fruit trees can be seen.
Days grow brighter and are warm
as Mother Earth shines forth her charm.
With words sublime the poets rhyme,
for pure enchantment is spring’s time.
April 29, 2022
For Tania Kitchin's Spring Rhyme - 8-12 Lines Poetry Contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2022
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