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Parol. - Paint With Words

The cool showers of Spring
give way to shimmering waves
of Summer’s heat.
Burgeoning buds of April
         are in full bloom by June.
The riot of pinks, yellows and purple
declare, “Summer is here”

How I used to count the minutes
until the last school bell would ring
and I was free to chase
                                       butterflies
or with a splash, dive
                   Into a sparkling blue lake.

No more morning alarm
clanging in my ear
or the drone
of Mr. Andover’s voice
explaining some math equation.
Only brilliant sunny days
                             and warm romantic nights
My parole couldn’t come soon enough.
                             ~~Judi Van Gorder

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Free verse
Prompt paint with words a change of season.
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