Buds and birds in glee,
Bees, and leaves tell spring to be;
Winter seems to flee.
You have reminded me that even in the season of dying off, a new beginning is right around the corner.
Although very brief and fleeting, your words capture the quality of this transitional season. I sense you are using your poetic voice the way ancient poets did - you want the gods and goddesses to preside over a beautiful season that will bless us with the joy of time, one not haunted by the fear of decay. A personal note: I don't trust my writing when I try to compose vignettes like yours which make their points quickly and then vanish. But I trust what I've read by you at your poetry site. Thanks much.
Written with bubbles of delight welcoming a warmer season. Thank you
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Buds and birds in glee, Bees, and leaves tell spring to be; Winter seems to flee. I am happy that winter is fleeing.