Visions of spring time,
Paints a picture in my mind.
In fact so distinct,
That I can almost smell,
The sweetness,
Of the spring flowers,
That are beginning to grow.
As the cold winter breeze,
Progressively warms,
Now letting the sunlight,
Shine onto the trees to bring life,
To new leaves.
Spring time is near,
The dark skies of winter
Are no more.
The sun stays later,
Making the days feel longer,
All because Spring is now here.
Hear the birds chirping in the distance,
Singing their song,
Calling out to one another.
The Delightful assortments
Of tulips and daffodils.
Fills the portrait, in my imagination
With a rainbow of colors.
A portrait so real,
I feel as if I were,
Walking on crisp green grass,
Smelling the fresh flowers
Tasting this seasons fruit,
While feeling the wind blow,
Through my hair.
Listening to the sounds,
Of the ocean,
The waves smacking back and forth.
Watching the children,
Playing outside,
Enjoying the outdoors.
Spring time is like no other,
Somewhere from far,
it comes once a year.
2007-03-19
16:57:33
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