Poem: Spring’s Awakening

The earth breathes deep, a soft exhale,
As winter’s grip begins to pale.
Buds unfurl with whispered grace,
And sunshine warms the cold, still space.

The air is sweet with blossoms’ cheer,
A dance of colors drawing near.
Daisies stretch in fields so wide,
While robins hum from branches high.

The river sings its song of light,
Reflecting skies that kiss the night.
Soft rains kiss the thirsty ground,
New life and hope where none was found.

In every bloom and every breeze,
Spring paints the world with gentle ease.
A season born of dreams and days,
Where nature wakes in vibrant praise.

Thank-you for reading.

Much love and Light,

Brenda Marie Fluharty