There's an air of festivity in these parts today; the first truly warm day of the season!
Gold laughter spills across yon hills and down each lusty lane
The whisper of earth's newborn loveliness sighs beneath blue
In maple-trees green melodies of summer surge again
As memories-in-waiting wait to become dreams come true
Morn-silence like a megaphone rings with spring's promised prize
The poetry of pink and purple petals awes the bard
Where, with pen poised to snare the voice of Poem in disguise
She cannot, with mere jot capture wonder, once winter-scarred
The broken bowl of Bygone brims with blossom-hymns and such
And everyone is welcome to blue-welkin balladry
To sup on new day's grand buffet and revel 'neath the touch
Of jonquil-tinted Brigadoon and jasmine-minted tea
Grace grins, a breath-soft butterfly-like flutter of first leaf
Where Mother Nature's sheaf is refurbished with girls and boys
Bedecked in flowered dresses and tresses of feathered wreath
And numberless nuances heralding creation's joys
Janet Martin
Word Wizardry adds wonder to your words
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