I close my eyes to inhale
the glory of spring
with all of it's gifts,
and petals it brings.
The colors that come to light
with pinks, whites, and blues-
and in the morning
among the luster
with grasses filled with dew.
A moment of nature's music-
a whisper of all the sounds
that stir in the dawn-
high up in the limbs
holds the newest of
songsters, with
a distinctive purl.
Sweet blossoms
of primroses with
a threshold on the rise
of lavender, 'n pansies,
sweet peas and peonies;
with pink hues in the skies.
Flawlessly holding the light
performing a finesse,
as the moon hovers over
releasing sounds of the night.
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