Song Of Spring Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

Song Of Spring



Spry little birds,
stopping by for
seeds and weeds,
perch on limbs of

freshly budding trees.
Return they do
each year,
to sing their

gay rhapsodies
outside my window;
build nests in hanging
baskets on my porch.

Such industry
an ongoing life process;
I, too, feel renewed
in Spring.

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