21. Spring Is Here
Spring is here.
It's time to cheer
And observe God's tender grace
With flowers blooming to and fro
Spring is here.
It's time to cheer
And observe God's tender grace
With flowers blooming to and fro
Great to read such a positive poem in the current dark times of Coronavirus. Thank goodness for the optimism of youth. Goof job Maddy.
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She lifts her head at dawns first sigh and shrugs aside the sun,
And thrusts her tangled locks on high to where the winds still run,
With towering black and roiling shapes to make her presence known,
Where mortals stare at fading light to watch her coming shown,
Brilliant! A rainstorm personified so skilfully and descriptively. Such a pleasure to read - loved this.
Sing the birds; the season has come.
Prettiest look nature does hold.
Rejoices the Earth, her color winsome.
Idyllic her beauty, pretty as gold.
Spring brings happiness
Flowers, songbirds, and green grass.
God's love on display.
Winter fights to stay.
Sweet Spring always wins her way.
Flowers bloomed today!
The birds sing,
Bugs cling,
Butterflies flutter,
Water drips from a gutter.
Great poem on spring. I really enjoyed reading it. I love how you wrote about "birds singing."
The air is cool, the breeze is light.
The clouds in the sky are fluffy and white.
The flowers open to show their bright faces,
Green is spring,
Bright, fresh, and new.
Yellow is the sun,
Famous Poem
My mind lets go a thousand things
Like dates of wars and deaths of kings,
And yet recalls the very hour--
'T was noon by yonder village tower,
Melancholy moods,
shiny jazz and rainy blues.
April sings her tunes!
Crescent of colours
Arching high above our heads.
Sunshine brings us hope.
The pitter patter
Sound of the heavenly rain
Raises novel hope