Spring is...

Pastel blue eggs in robin’s nest
Spring breeze blows softly from the west

Kneading ripples on languid lake
Teasing rain for greening fields to slake

Pregnant buds on Dogwood trees
Future forage for yet unborn bees

More days of warmth, less days of cold
More fields of green, less fields of gold

Frogs emerge from hibernation
Black eyes gaping wide in fascination

At dragonflies with iridescent wings
At fiery colours, incandescent things

Tadpoles, crawdads, Mayflies, midges
Spider eggs, baby bats, neath rusty rural bridges

Stunningly silent explosion of beauty,
Blossoms and fragrances, intoxicatingly fruity

Such an extraordinary, yet ordinary thing
Uncommonly common… season of Spring

poem by David Whalen
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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