Where once the tingling, Jack Frost taste
Bit bent and ser’ious mien,
A sky-rinsed stretch of waking Earth
Draws out unfurling green.
And called upon by nature’s pow’r,
Or, by a lace-tipped wing,
Th’ smiling, newborn flora shouts
Happ’ly: Suddenly spring!
Chel Owens 
Lovely poem. I love the colloquial lilt. 🙂
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Why, thank’ee, Diana!
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beautiful poem!!
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Aw; thanks!
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It must be nice to see spring returning after the cold. We’re only just starting to cool down. I always look forward to the cooler months and then look forward to it warming up again, until summer’s heat ramps up and I’m ready for the cool again.
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I’m the same way! The transition seasons are my favorite.
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They are generally milder and more pleasant, aren’t they? Not too cold and not too hot.
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True! I also like interesting weather juxtapositions, like sunshine rain and summer hail.
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Hail can be a big problem for us here in summer. Hail the size of golf balls is not unknown.
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Wow! Ours stays fairly small; sounds like we’re lucky.
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You could be! 🙂
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Lovely happy words.. 😉
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Thanks, Lisa!
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