Spring Poem by Brian Stafford

Spring



Snapdragons begin to fire up,
Pastures prepare for the buttercup,
Red hot pokers soar up to the sky,
Insects begin to catch the eye,
New shoots increase in size and number,
Gardens awake from their winter slumber.




© 2015
Brian J Stafford

Monday, March 2, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: spring
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Brian Stafford

Brian Stafford

Manchester, England
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