The soft
spring breeze
saunters
through the screen door
as though it knew
how we longed for it
dreamed of it
in our winter hearts
It whispers
of warm, green days
of dirt and sprouting seeds
as it carries April away
The soft
spring breeze
saunters
through the screen door
as though it knew
how we longed for it
dreamed of it
in our winter hearts
It whispers
of warm, green days
of dirt and sprouting seeds
as it carries April away
I so enjoy reading your daily poems. I love the image of Spring sauntering through the screen door.
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Thank you so much! I’ve done the poem a day for April and I have great intentions to continue, but then the first day after I missed! We’ll see. I do appreciate your reading and comments though!
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