Spring

Spring

A Poem by Rosalynd
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"Spring" describes spring as a goddess, bringing back the beauty to the frosty, wintry lands.

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Spring

The loveliest goddess

With flowing brown hair

Merry sky blue eyes

The brightest flower crown

Set upon her head.

Slender graceful body

Dressed in the finest purest garments.

Her laughter was like tinkling bells

With rosy glowing cheeks.

And all about her

Was a softly glowing golden light.

 

She dances across the wintry grounds,

Skipping, spinning, twirling,

Throwing back her silky hair,

Laughing like a little child

At the same time singing.

 

Her voice was of an angel, but mixed with something more;

A little honey from heaven’s bees,

A little piece of rainbow;

Wisps of cloud here and there,

Some golden rays of sunlight,

Mixed with drops of blue sky

And water from the sweetest lake.

 

Everywhere her bare feet touched

The winter snow gave away;

And in its place was lush green grass

Where the animals came out to play.

There were brown and white rabbits,

And orange beaked canaries;

Multi-colored butterflies

And buzzing honeybees;

 Little prickly hedgehogs,

And ducks and swans and geese.

 

The trees shook off their wintry coats,

Cried joyfully, and then,

They stretched and jumped

And green and yellow leaves

Along with bright red berries

Sprouted on their hands.

The frozen river melted,

And sang its song again.

 

Yet Spring danced on and on,

Bringing back the colors,

Now somersaulting,

Now cartwheeling,

Now rolling in the grass,

Bringing the message to everyone

That winter has passed.

 

And when she finally finished her task,

The animals all crowded round her,

Licking her face,

Fluttering around,

Jumping into her her arms.

She kissed and hugged every one of them,

And with a wave of her hand,

She rose into the heavens,

Waiting for spring again.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

   

 

© 2010 Rosalynd


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Beautiful. I love this. It can welly describe how it feels when spring comes. How soft is that, how delicate is that, how charming is that.......I can imagine the picture just by reading your poem. A really amazing poem I've ever read. Really fascinating. Spring is a start of everything, where life begins. You also have a well description in your poem. I love spring( but I love winter more though).

Posted 13 Years Ago


Love this,
Oh.....
Wow....


Posted 14 Years Ago


Very clever idea. Love what you have done here!!

Posted 14 Years Ago



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Rosalynd
Rosalynd

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Hi! I'm Rosalynd. I'm 11 years old, and I ADORE writing. I'm in love with it. I write all sorts of things, such as poems, both beautiful and disgustingly funny, and stories, short, sad, long, or adven.. more..

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