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Wet Spring Morn

Windswept rain slaps the bottoms of leaves as shiveringly they shed it Grassroots shake and slake their thirst and wave their blades together Tightly closed tree buds stand tall reaching upward fretly Shaking yes but through it all They hold together wetly Branches wave their banners green so many hues and shades and tints Spring is here and she is seen Dancing twixt the raindrops Wild gypsy Wind she sings and swings Her sylvan winged tambourines In rhythmic wetness witness Of the joy she brings and flings

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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