It will come

Spring

The scent of rain on dry leaves

plants will push up sprouts

through the softened soil

searching for the sun

There will be flowers blooming

Birdsong

Hummingbirds returning

There will be cool mornings

warmth in the afternoon

peepers singing in the evening

It WILL come

Spring

“ellecee”

Reposted from Ellecee’s Poetry

Everyone here is waiting patiently,

Until next time

Ellecee