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It's Spring Again

Sweet-talkin' my favorite time of year.

By j.s.lambPublished 4 years ago 1 min read
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Spring is my favorite season.

It’s Spring again.

Barren trees

in the back yard

have leaves again.

Mosquitoes fly by,

big as planes.

Flies fly by, too—

big as birds.

It’s Spring again.

Flowers kiss the smilin' Sun.

Green grass grows —

tall, thick & fast.

Bumble bees,

join squirrels & trees.

Rats & bats

tease pesky fleas,

Fresh-baked air.

Bloomin’ buds.

Wind-blown hair.

Sticky mud.

Soon Summer will arrive

& Spring, like an old friend,

will wave goodbye —

& leave.

Doors & windows

will close me in.

Artificial air

will bruise my skin.

So long, Spring.

You’re my favorite.

Next year,

can you please stay longer?

© 2019 j.s.lamb

nature poetry
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About the Creator

j.s.lamb

Retired journalist. Author of "Orange Socks & Other Colorful Tales," a collection of short stories about how I survived the U.S. Navy and kept my sense of humor. (Available on Amazon.)

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