Spring Months

October 26, 2009
By Anonymous

I shimmer like an endless ocean,
between March and June.
Lazy and graceful,
like a panther.
My voice is a robin’s chirp,
a spring breeze,
a laughing brook,
I coax flowers from their dark beds in mother earth,
and warm rain from the gray clouds.
I call birds in flocks back from the warm southern places
I unfurl the fern and halt the cold.
You can’t help but love me,
And I know it.

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