Touch of spring.

A Poem by Maxine

Crickets sing,

Trees sway,

Branches heavy with green buds.

A gentle breeze wafts through,

Brushing past the moon.

Swirling in the fresh grass.

Stars twinkle lightly

Against a navy sky.

The moon hangs on a string.

And the gentle touch of spring is everywhere.

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Added on May 10, 2011
Last Updated on May 10, 2011

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