My Poetry
Spring
The warm air circulates
the pollen count is high.
the clouds are playing hopscotch
across the blue spring sky.
The birds are busy nesting
as the hedgerow starts to bloom,
and as the window opens
spring fills up the room.

The grass is getting longer
the crocus can be seen.
the lambs are playing freely
across the pastures green.
There are signs of the first daffodil
as the frosts begin to clear.
and as we breathe in deeply
we can feel that Spring is here.

The rain is getting warmer
spirits are being raised.
Easter's round the corner
and the Lord is being praised.
Nature bursts into colour
around the globe new life is born
and everyone is dancing
now that winters gone.
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