Spring Poem by Gail Constable

Spring



Rain falls softly,
Tapping on
Window glass,
Wetting streets
So tires hum,
Greening grass,
Watering seeds
Planted in Gardens,
Trees reach up
Branches so
Leaf buds unfurl,
Stream rush by
Banks catching
Every drop,
It has begun.

Spring
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