Nature whispers warming tones
“No,” the pessimistic minds reply.
Determined of a White Witch winter, they grumble in groundhog shadows.
Meanwhile –
Shaking snowflake buds unfurl
To chirping, flitting birdsong
Pushing, pulsing, happy faces open;
Drinking deeply from dew-warmed sundrops
Sparkling
Stretching
– Springing –
“Six more weeks,” the cynics warn,
Waking in the pre-dawn cold;
Shivering over cold, black cups of darkness.
Nature laughs, and paints the sky
In God’s finest pastel shades:
Pink, yellow, grey, but
Blue Blue Blue
Blossoms turn to watch;
Dancing
And we, caught in Springtime’s lively song,
Can’t help but laugh,
Smile heavenward
And sing along
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The six weeks are up! The white witch has overstayed her welcome.
Nice poem though.
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Thanks!
Narnia awakes!
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What a magical poem!
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Thank you!
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Beautiful verse, Chelsea. I love the expansive, blue, blue, blue!
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Thanks, Charli.
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