The Wings of Spring

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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.

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Gurgling brook across from Mom’s property.

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About bjdonaldson

I think of myself as a Renaissance woman with a variety of passions. If you visited me, you might find me hanging out with my husband and children. Our Golden Retriever would be lovingly near. I am a Literacy Coach/Reading Specialist at an elementary school where I provide professional development and coaching to teachers. Formerly, I was a Reading Recovery teacher, an interventionist, and a middle and elementary classroom teacher. Getting up in the morning is not hard; I still love making a difference in the lives of children and teachers.

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