April StrollA Poem by Rita L. Sev<><><><>At last, the buds bob on the trees, I spy the languid dance of bees; I catch the hymn of flowing creek And through the earth new grasses peek Life awakes ‘neath azure skies As zephyrs whisper breezy sighs Natura’s slumber cast aside ~ She’s got that Spring back in her
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StatsAuthorRita L. SevPhiladelphia, PAAboutPLEASE READ THIS BEFORE "FRIENDING" ME: I am happy to be sharing my poems (and occasional stories) and thrilled to be reading fellow authors. About Friend Requests - It is wise to READ some of .. more..Writing
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