Green wax leaves
Stealing kisses from the pink falling blossom; little thieves.
Warming hug of the sun’s rays
With that little bit of breeze to stifle its blaze.
Sandy banks flattered with the odd paw print
And that filtering, clear stream passing through the rocks with a crystal glimpse.
Books laid on a blanket in the garden
With a piece of clothing for the evening chill, a cardigan.
The voices of neighboring children
Running barefoot in and out of their building.
Cherry ice pops, water bombs and paddling pools,
Mum rambling through her spring cleanings tools. 12
The beginning of growth for the flowers
Spring brings one and more of its powers.
The decision between trousers or a dress?
Whether you’ll be warm with more or less.
The ice cream van’s tinkle,
And the smell of barbeque - with the dog’s nose there is a crinkle.
Fresh cut grass and cotton flowing in the wind
Around your legs, perfectly designed.
A kind bee’s buzz
Does what it is supposed to do because
We all need honey for our breakfast in the morn
Especially when spring is born.
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Author:
elsiewarrenswords (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I like to get my younger cousin Ruby, who is in high school, to write too. So we decided on spring or summer as a topic to both write a poem. Here's mine :-)
- Category: Nature
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Comments2
Good write Elsie.
thank you 🙂
You capture so much here of the daily joys springtime can bring into our lives. A pleasure to read. Sadly I shan't see much of this years springtime wonderland thanks to lockdown... i wrote about that today, please take a peep.
thank you!
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