Spring gently breaths soft winds over still bare trees
Rustling last year’s dead leaves on still cold ground
It glides along paths floats over lakes with a soft ease
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I can hear the brittle dry leaves getting crushed under my feet and see young plants pushing their way through the damp earth! Lovely descriptions! A 10
Outstanding poem............Loved it.......to quote from you own poem: Spring is where everything’s grows in the lengthening days..............Like your poems Where new life springs forth in a glorious colourful blaze..................Like your Haikus.
A fabulous ode.... loved it dear poet. Top score and to my favourites.