Colour of spring
By Grannyrosie
COLOUR OF SPRING Clarity of colour, surrounds the world outside, Winter since departed, Sol has Spring as his new bride. Branches dance so daintily to murmurs of the breeze, Buds burst, showering earth, with fertilities erotic sprees. Winged friends hastening, gathering to build a nest, Little pigeon waddling, mating dance on request. Daffodils nod drowsily, bees busy in their flight, Perfumed freesias, violet, daphne, permeate the night Abandonment seems abounding, as nature struts about, Each blade of fresh green grass emerges, with triumphant shout. Daintily, majestic butterflies pirouette unashamedly in the air, Hardest hearts now melt with joy, spring is in the air. .Seasons come and go, each one with good reason, set apart, Spring, t’would seem, is meant to capture every beating heart. Smallest life, unto the greatest, a pulse, destiny, flair, Too soon, season will alter, enjoy whilst she is there Written December 20th, 2001 © on Dec 20 2001 12:25 AM PST, Patricia Rosenberg 0 • 10
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