Spring has arrived,
Bright, warm sun,
I could have cried.
Flowers that bloom,
I could have fun.
Scents= fragrance too
Gone the Winter gloom
Colour attracts the eye
The senses too
Meadow grass adopting
Its greener lushness
From a myriad of colourful planting,
Springs light breezes, hushness,
Gentle, seasonal, rainfall,
Feeds nature all around
To await Summer gainful
Crops falling to the ground,
And there is harvest plenty abounding,
Loaning bounty to all aspects,
The growing season prospects.....
Anita Griffiths
Lots of Farms
in Michigan, less than an hour from any city. The seasons define and inspire us. :D
Thanks allets for reading my
Thanks allets for reading my poem and commenting too. I like and appreciate your opinion, thanks.
http://www.postpoems.org/authours/a.griffiths57