Flowers are blooming
Trees are budding their colors
Walking into Spring
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Flowers in full bloom
Trees are all colorful buds
Temperatures are warming up
March winds
Bring April showers
Producing May flowers
Walking into Spring
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As I walk through the Valley of Light
I behold a most wondrous sight
A magnificent sight to behold
A splendid view to be told
All those warm showers
Brought about some gorgeous flowers
That brings such joy
And are for us to enjoy
It makes me sing
Walking into Spring
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Koyi wobbled to her shabby wood and straw kaz, holding her machete and an old burlap bag with some yams. Someone had laid another basket in front of the patched up door—rose apples today. They were a bright reddish pink, looking waxy and crisp, just the way she liked them. The culprit knew her very well. Those would be crunchy, juicy and sweet—she could tell—but she gathered all the will she could muster and pushed the basket aside to enter her home. She had already said no repeatedly and would not be taking bribes.
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Dear StepMom ~ As I walk into California Spring our garden is fragrantly blooming and sings. May I introduce to you your other StepSon, my Brother Lucky-Larry, featured in my "Twins"...You may like him. StepSon, Jay
Wonderful. Walking into spring sure sounds great around now.
All of these were absolutely wondering! Loved these poems!
and Spring shall come! Sweet and hopeful.
You're ready, aren't you!
I love this! Longing for spring as well.