Showing Off for the Equinox

Lorna



Spring - the year's imp

Delights in peeking from the ground

And shyly showing us

Its new garments

Their purples and yellows and pinks

  • Author: Lorna (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 20th, 2018 04:06
  • Comment from author about the poem: Spring today! We made it! And tomorrow my area is due for 8-12 inches of snow............ Here's Aaron Copland's beautiful Spring music for you today ...............
  • Category: Nature
  • Views: 27
  • Users favorite of this poem: Jamie, Laura🌻
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  • orchidee

    A fine write Lorna. Oh dear - Spring's imp - and limping in?! There'll be better days!

    • Lorna

      It will make them even sweeter Orchi!

    • Goldfinch60

      Good positive write and a great piece of music.

      • Lorna

        Thought you'd like the music!

      • willyweed

        ahh spring is a beautiful thing. ww

        • Lorna

          I've heard it rumored that it is ww.............

        • Michael Edwards

          Now that is a super shortie and great music to go with it.

          • Lorna

            I just love the way Aaron Copland's music doesn't seem to touch the ground - it's got the rhythm of youth!

          • Laura🌻

            Love Rupert!
            I still have some Rupert
            books around! My children
            loved Rupert!
            A great write, Lorna!
            I enjoyed the music!

            I hope there won’t be
            a lot of snow coming
            your way!

            ~Laura~

            • Lorna

              I find the best things when I'm just looking for pictures Laura! I loved running into Rupert........... didn't know him as a child!

            • Caring dove

              lovely poem lorna.. x

              • Lorna

                Thanks yellowrose! I hope spring makes us all smile soon...........



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