Watching the flowers flirt with seasons, outside the window;
birds once sheltered in the South, fly forth and bless the blossoms;
litter meadows like rainbows, pink petunias & ruby red roses.
The sun smiles & crushes coldness, like bitter handed giants -
leaving fresh flower scented aromas & granuated coffee.
Windowsills welcome warmth, as they sigh goodbye to Winter
The road to tomorrow is pathed in pansies, glistening with pollen
honeybees and oak trees each come back to take a bow;
scenes splendor, earths erasure as the melanchony dies
& once frost ladden ground, now grows us grass; spring has now began.
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