Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Sweet Spring Voice

I toss the blossoms in the air
The sweet, sweet scent of springtime flies
To join the arching vault of skies
And lie again in petals fair.
My hands are stained with golden dyes
Thin, furling leaves trace woodland paths
And bits of bud flirt in the grass
Worthy of a summer's soft reply.

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