A springtime poem written for Countrymom's Senior Center Forum's contest.
|All of the drab, lifeless winter lawns
are turning from brown to green.
The bare limbs of hibernating trees
have come alive with newborn leaves.
Colors abound – pink and purple tulips,
red and white azaleas making a scene,
yellow daffodils in the frost-free dawns,
the white blossoms of the Bradford pear;
all help make this season beyond compare.
Migrating birds stop by, putting on a show.
Who knows how much farther they must go?
On the front yard robins do their hopping act.
Cars are painted with a coat of yellow pollen,
the same pollen that makes allergies react.
Such beauty and warmth to make hearts sing.
A miracle? No, it is just a touch of spring.
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