Spring is a puzzling thing.
It is fickle and furious with weather most curious--
Who knows what tomorrow will bring?
Spring has a glamorous side.
The sparkle and glowing of tiny things growing--
Fill the gardens and meadows with pride.
Spring is a cheerful refrain.
The day and the night welcome more light
And my heart starts to sing, again.
Spring is a lively time.
I hear the birds sing as they take to their wing--
And I begin spouting a rhyme!
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I love your spring thoughts. This is the first time I've visited your blog and I am delighted with the way your express yourself.
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