Ode to Spring
I grab my bag and head out the door.
Pull the car out the garage,
Get out to close the door
And hear the whisper of verdant green
Upon the evening breeze.
Blackbirds announce her imminent arrival
With tumbling whistle and warble.
The daffodils speak her name with awe,
Poking budding heads above the moistened soil.
My heart leaps and sings its own song
beating to the heart of Spring.
Again, again, rise up again
And welcome her soft, warm breath.
clothed in vibrant greens and rainbow hues,
She embraces cold limbs and soul death.
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