A place for us all to put the words spring brings to mind.
Scents abound in winters failing breath
Hints of life beneath dying snow
I have wished in secret for this death
Always hoping none will know
Green becomes my mothers skin
While grey and white grow old
Sunlight lends to me its grin
And laughs at winters cold
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Soft the mossy floor of home
capture life in wet reflection
Backyard visions herald spring
with raindrips from the fingered trees
Memories are found in these
No more the blinding bleach of snow
in place these tendrils of the new
hues of splendor in each buds grasp
awaiting these songs of winters passing
May my green be everlasting
Scents abound in winters failing breath
Hints of life beneath dying snow
I have wished in secret for this death
Always hoping none will know
Green becomes my mothers skin
While grey and white grow old
Sunlight lends to me its grin
And laughs at winters cold
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Soft the mossy floor of home
capture life in wet reflection
Backyard visions herald spring
with raindrips from the fingered trees
Memories are found in these
No more the blinding bleach of snow
in place these tendrils of the new
hues of splendor in each buds grasp
awaiting these songs of winters passing
May my green be everlasting
