The Wings of Spring


Warm is the wind,

Balmy is the breeze

On which the wings of Spring fly.


Green is the grass,

Verdant is the field

On which the feet of Spring tread.


Rustling is the leaf,

Whispering is the tree

On which the lips of Spring hum.


Gurgling is the brook,

Babbling is the stream

On which the voice of Spring sings.


Gurgling brook across from Mom’s property.

About bjdonaldson

I'm an average woman who enjoys reflecting on life, writing poetry and ponderings, and having a good laugh. DIY, baking, and cycling are fun, too. If you visited me, I'd invite you in for a cup of coffee and a little chat. I am a Literacy Coach, Reading Specialist, and former classroom and Reading Recovery teacher at an elementary school. Getting up in the morning is not hard; I still love making a difference in the lives of children and teachers.

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