Here's to the dulcet days of wonderful Spring
So comely and pleasing to ones eyes- -
Filled to the full with ebullience
with it's efflorescence against a cobalt sky;
Here's to the halcyon days of new birth
Inbued with fragrances most divine- -
Or the apple blossom's dainty lilt...
Arriving from the gentle breeze of Springtime;
Oh, such opulent flora in it's beginning...
A seemingly unending plethora for us to view
With but a minimal vestige of umbrella's
Necessary for protection from the shower's oft' due;
Sheer beauty from the city to the bucolic vales
Evocative to much happier, loving Spring days- -
As the songbirds sing their mellifluous Psalms...
Why it's: Springtide, announcing her quintessential ways;
By, Theodora Onken
March 7, 2016
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