it is spring

NafisaSB

It is Spring

Which many delights does bring

It is spring

When the butterfly to the flower clings.

 

The garden is filled with multi-colored flowers

In the pots and in the bowers

Around the rose, the fly hovers

Whilst the gardeners preens at his powers

 

The birds perched in a precarious position

Do the day with songs hail

Whilst the squirrel runs up and down

The branches, green and brown

 

Every branch is filled with birds at play

Robin and sparrow, finch and jay

And until spring  lasts

There are countless jovial hearts

For it is a season of gaiety and fun

When even seniors feel they can also run

  • Author: safina (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 24th, 2022 00:57
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 14
  • Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek
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  • L. B. Mek

    Spring! Spring! Spring!
    thank you! dear Poet
    (this senior is going
    for a fun, run
    erm
    to go grab some
    ...
    Rum
    ...)
    'don't hate me'.. lol

    • NafisaSB

      this senior has posted a poem written 50 years ago, without making any changes.. it may be childish but brings back lovely memories of bygone days... so who am i to deny you your run and fun,,, enjoy to the utmost, we only live once



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