Tiny spring flowers
Pushing up through the brown earth
Breaking winters grasp
Rich and precious jewels
Lending colour to the land
In splurges of joy
And scent for the air
Carried by the spring-time breeze
Like perfume for hope
Such is the power
Of small and tiny flowers
And soon they'll be here.
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Ah, too sweet....such a welcome picture you've so delightfully drawn in this beautiful piece! Tenderly capturing their delicate allure, for which our winter-bound selves (mine, anyway) long. This almost wafts the fragrance for which we pine, in the scene you've painted now. Excellent! I love it!
Thanks Mrs Scamp!
Awww I love this. 🙂 I mostly write more depressing poems, because I seem to know more about that, so I love to read happier poetry. It makes me smile, and this was really nice. 🙂
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