Warm is the wind,
Balmy is the breeze
On which the wings of Spring fly.
Green is the grass,
Verdant is the field
On which the feet of Spring tread.
Rustling is the leaf,
Whispering is the tree
On which the lips of Spring hum.
Gurgling is the brook,
Babbling is the stream
On which the voice of Spring sings.
Gurgling brook across from Mom’s property.
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Love this poem! Gurgling, Babbling, Whispering, Rustling – the most buoyant and loud words for spring life! Absolutely love it!
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Lovely words to celebrate a lovely spot! Thank you for sharing!
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Thank you, Michelle, for commenting so often during the month. I always looked forward to seeing if you stopped by. Happy writing!
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