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
Very nice poetry Linda.
I hope you are well
Norm.
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Beautiful promises.
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