Spring Poem by Janice Thompson

Spring

She smiles before the rising sun.
Her vibrant hues have just begun
To burst upon the sleepy scene
And all about she gently preens.
The ices and the remnant snow
From saplings peeking from below.
Their frozen blanket soon removed
And everything about her moves
With yawns and stretches as they wake
While of her ardor all betake
To fill the world with dulcet tones
Each of a chorus all their own

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