Behind daffodils
And a steaming midden heap
Glorious sunrise
Light breeze
Through freshly greened trees
And the gooseflesh
Headlights
Poking into the fragrant
Spring mists
Rays
of sunshine
Through dark
clouds
Still
blossoms fall
Nightfall
The fir trees hide from the
Lonely fire
Flowers grow
Colors into the
Grey morning
Magnolia blossoms
Last night’s frost
A deadly kiss
Black treetops
Tints of the morning
Black crow’s wings
Spring blossoms
And colored prayer flags
Bye-bye winter
And meet me on MeWe “Poets The Original”
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