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Monday, March 7, 2011

An Ode to Spring, March 7th

The chain on the schoolyard flagpole
beats a steady refrain.

The wind comes blowing, rushing by
smelling of new plowed fields, fresh flowers,
and rain.

Raindrops begin to fall gently, drumming
dusty windowpanes.

Birds gather in tree tops chirping a
crescendo welcoming chorus.

Spring is arriving in her pastel petaled
gown and is glorious.

-RPL

1 comment:

mxtodis123 said...

Makes me really anxious for Spring to finally arrive.
Mary