Springtime Poem by Melissa Kirigin
Springtime
Our feet dance with the grass as we run
The sun on our faces
Winter is gone, and Spring has come.
Filling the space where winter used to be.
The larkspur a cornflower blue,
The grass a soft sea green,
Everything sharper, brighter.
But all disappears as he picks me up and twirls me.
All the colors mix together,
All form one color, one sound
That softly whispers one word:
“Springtime.”
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5/3/2024 3:21:36 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Elegant sweet words, Melissa, keep writing.