The Advent of Spring
"Spring awakes with the touch and breath of God."
the poet's pen
No morning hoarfrost covered meadows and hills,
just flowers tinted in ochre coloring.
Early blooms of wild jonquil and daffodils ~
A new season has arrived and taken wing.
Farewell Winter snow, and your blustery chills.
Robins trill in welcoming voices, "It's Spring."
Earth gives birth to budded trees and buzzing bees.
Advent's fragrant scents are carried in the breeze.
~ February 13, 2021 ~
Copyright © Jenna Logan | Year Posted 2021
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