The first day of springA Poem by Picture of PoetryAll that I see, on the first day of spring...Clovers of green poke their heads out and see their first sight of spring. Carpets of moss lay out their hands and are prepared to be trampled as leaves of brown, red, and gold are blown around to form a parading circle, and dance. All the trees are bare and the bushes have yet to bloom all of their flowers of amazing colour. Birds are popping back into their old nests in which they had sadly left behind. The sun is shining brighter, and the skies are much clearer now. The scent of snow no longer glides through the air, chilling our every achy bone. For now, the smell of roses, liles, daisies, and more other breath taking flowers floods the air filling nostils so much, that I almost begin to feel sick to my stomach, I feel as though I have been reborn and placed onto a land of great meaning and beauty taht was sent to me from the heavens above. For this is the first day of spring as the day slowly begins to bloom, as the sun rises.
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1 Review Added on April 18, 2008 Last Updated on May 13, 2008 AuthorPicture of PoetryAtlanta,, GAAboutMy name is Jessica, but my friends call me Jess. I'm ___ years old. I love writing and reading as much poetry and famous literature as possible during my spare time. Basically, all day, every day is.. more..Writing
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