Personified Seasons: Spring

April 11, 2015
By Kailey_H424 PLATINUM, Portland, Maine
Kailey_H424 PLATINUM, Portland, Maine
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Favorite Quote:
Treat others the way you want to be treated. (my mother)
I am, I am, I am (Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar)


She was friend to all;
everyone awaited her arrival
with eager anticipation and childlike impatience.
She had a refreshing, reviving air about her that no one could get enough of;
everyone greedily plucked her up, breathed her in.

She had fragrant lilacs for hair,
skin made of breezy, inviting sunlight,
a bright, blue sky in her eyes,
lips made of orchids,
a dress made of yellow daisies and crocuses,
a unique, fluid grace and elegance of movement and manner.

Monarchs gathered on her leafy arms
and tall mushrooms grew at her bare feet.
Bees flittered about her long, lilac hair,
and wild flowers sprouted from her hands.

She twittered along with cheery sing-song birds,
conversed with charming ladybugs,
snoozed lazily in a bed of lush, green grass,
and woke to paint the sunrise.
And for a little while you did, too,
right along with her.



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