Dorothy (Alves) Holmes
Hurry Hurry Spring
Is it spring yet
pestered the daffodils
in shades of yellow delight.
Not yet sighed the crocus
but what a sight you make
faces so bold and bright.
Is it spring
Whispered new grasses
in pale shades of green
Seems each year like
waking to a dream
smelling so clean.
Is it spring
Yelled each impatient tree
I am beginning to bud happily.
Be patient spring whispered
our time will come
spring is a special time for laughter and fun.
I'll let you know just when
So hush now!
In a few more days, spring will have sprung!
Dorothy Alves Holmes
A Poet Who Loves To Sing
5: 45 a.m.EST
March 17,2013 Its Sunday Morning
Just Off The Top of My Head...why not?
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