Swinging high with my feet towards the sky.
The Peony bush blooms during Spring time.
The lilacs scent wafting with a morning, sigh.
Blue skies above with fluffy clouds don't rhyme.
Planting seeds in the early daylight hours.
Gently the breeze tosses my hair to-and-fro.
Another day brings sunshine and showers.
Fireflies, grasshoppers, tadpoles, you may know.
Dormant winter leaves burst out of their buds.
Singing songs, our stage that was a hay loft.
Birds, butterflies, bees and all kinds of bugs.
Watermelon boats float in pond wasn't soft.
Childhood memories of Springtime ages ago.
When kids were outdoors always on the go.
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Babs Iverson
Barbara J Iversen, also known as Babs Iverson, lives in Texas and loves her grandkids to the moon and back. After writing one story, she found that writing has many benefits especially during a pandemic and a Texas-size Arctic Blast.
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Lovely!
So looking forward to spring, your poem makes me yearn for it even more 🌼🏵🪻🌻😊🦋💐
I love your interpretation of spring.