At last —
dormant, minimalist Winter
releases His grip on the Earth,
and Spring slowly awakens,
tests the air,
breathes.
She stretches twiggy,
bud-tipped fingers.
She tosses Her leafy head,
shakes out Her skirts
of grass and wildflowers
and smiles in birds’ wings.
But mostly, She laughs —
a laughter that perfumes the air
and saturates ear and eye.
And I —
giddy, delighted, drowning,
laugh with Her.
–Carrie Birde
Nightjars & Damselflies 
Love spring š¼š·šæ
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Spring, the season of new beginnings! My favorite!
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Spring is one of my favourite seasons!!! A great poem capturing the beauty and uniqueness of spring.
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Thank you! Everything about Spring is so fleeting — a reminder to enjoy the good things that pass our way.
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