Tuesday, March 29, 2022

POEM

Trees awaken from winter's slumber.

Silver gray clouds streak across the blue landscape

Warm southern winds loosen the grip of winter's chill

March is winter's last hurrah.


Tulips enchanted by the sun's embrace

Escape their dark prison

March blades one last might roar

Then falls silent to springs serenade.


~Genevieve

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