Treasure Island

Marilyn Lott

(5-28-42 / Washington state USA)

Glorious Spring Blossoms

I drove to town this sunny morning
And right before my eyes
I saw that spring was here
It was a glorious surprise

The trees were huge plumes of pink
Like fluffy cotton candy to me
Others were white like puffy clouds
They were spectacular to see

I love the spring when dull trees turn
Whether by God or Mother Nature
It shows tomorrow has such promise
With spring blossoms sweet and pure!

Submitted: Thursday, April 09, 2009

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  • James B. Earley (4/11/2009 5:57:00 PM)

    Spring....indeed a special time of rebirth....and spiritual rejuvenation! Without it.. where would mankind be? Excellent! (Report) Reply

  • Dr Hitesh Sheth (4/11/2009 7:53:00 AM)

    Glorious springs blossoms
    And The God has filled my bosom..................Great Write.10+++........ (Report) Reply

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