The sky is abuzz With sounds of spring While readying their nests Songbirds sing The flowers are abuzz With sounds of spring Black and yellow flashes Bumblebee wings The trees are abuzz With sounds of spring This way and that Squirrels frolicking A soul is abuzz With sounds of spring Somewhere in the distance A… Read More Abuzz
Sunny happiness Cheerful warmth Poetic majesty Sophisticated whimsy An air of royalty Comfort, hope, vitality Your crown of spring Worn joyously Dear Daffodil We thank you For your goodness and grace
Open your eyes, There are promises to see In new buds On flowers, trees Open your ears, There are promises to hear In new songs From birds far, near Open your hand There are promises to hold In garden dirt That’s a little less cold Open your soul There are promises to feel Tangible, intangible… Read More There are Promises
The magnolia tree is wearing Her festive party blooms The pear tree is planning On producing her pears soon The songbirds are staying busy Finding grass and twigs for nests The bunnies are hop, hop, hopping When, oh when, will those bunnies rest? Not until the party’s over Not before the season’s done The celebration’s… Read More Spring Fling
Sun nudges us From Winter’s sleep. “Wake up, Wake up. Stop counting sheep. Open your eyes, Dears, Breathe in deep, Feel Spring’s kisses Soft and sweet! They’re pastel promises Sealed upon your cheeks Of gentler days, Loves, Soon to come.”
Spring sings A song of hope That in the beginning The Composer wrote With notes of wonder Bars of love Percussion from Raindrops above Backing vocals From feathered friends A masterpiece Beginning to end
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Moonbeams shine On the Eve of Spring Highlighting the pond Where the peepers sing Songs of hope For warmer days Songs of welcome To with us stay Through the transition The seasonal shift Flowers emerge As Spring’s first gift
She wears a flower Behind her ear So, a song of summer She will hear As she gathers leaves Born of autumn She holds on tightly So they’re not forgotten When a snowflake falls To tickle her nose When the blooms of spring Rise from below These days, too, Will come and go She wears… Read More In Harmony
At the top of a hill Overlooking the sea Is a little red house In an apple tree It sits empty Waiting patiently For someone to make This house A home
Jessica M. Collette 
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