I see dandelions dance in the breeze,
Delicately shaking off their fluffy white hats,
To reveal their golden locks.
And I see green.
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I hear a robin’s melodious chirp,
As he hops along a shimmering blanket of emerald,
Searching for a tasty meal.
And I see green.
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I see buds sprouting on the trees,
Stretching, unravelling themselves to the welcome sun.
Their lifeblood newly restored.
And I see green.
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I smell the bloom of lilac bushes.
Their delicate floral scent a welcome change,
From the must of melting snow.
And I see green.
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It’s been a long, unforgiving winter
Of blustery whites, dull greys and dirty browns.
Bone chilling arctic winds
Cut through to my core.
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Glacial water freezes on my lashes.
The bitter sting of cold burns my cheeks.
My scowl as permanent,
As the January frost.
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But now, I hear a robin’s sweet, sweet song.
I watch dandelions dance in the breeze,
And finally, I smile.
Because now, I see green.
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Cathy holmes
Canadian family girl with a recently discovered love for writing. Other loves include animals and sports.
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Very nice
I love this and spring so much! 🥹❤️ Wonderful job!
Generalized and poetic 📝✨💖😉
I hadn’t seen this. It is both beautiful and refreshing
The color of spring, very nice 😊
This get me in the mood for spring ❤️🥰
I can't wait to see green. Your poem makes me long for spring💚🌼💚🌼
This gives me so much optimism - even though it's only January - I can feel spring fin your poem! :)
sometimes in a story or poem there is a line that speaks to me beyond the rest (to others as well, and sometimes not). "From the must of melting snow" is the line in this piece. I listen to the sounds of it and notice the meanings hidden and obvious and its connection with the life of green...this is a beautiful line of poetry. Truly.
Oh Cathy, this is gorgeous! The dandelion hats is one of the sweetest things I've ever read
Nice!
That poem feels deeply of relief. What a joy to write! What a joy to read!
Ahhh. Spring is my favourite season.
Wonderful, refreshing poem with fantastic imagery. I felt like I was experiencing everything myself. I haven't experienced a real winter in a lot of years, but your writing really took me back. Well done!
Beautiful imagery! Smiling with you💚
Oh this was lovely!! You described spring so well. I really enjoyed the read, well done :)
So sweet! I love the imagery and the message.
Fantastic imagery in your words Cathy.
I feel your passion here. Well done 👍
Love it!
Love this. Great imagery!
So wonderful. It feels like I'm there! Great job.
I can feel the breeze and smell the grass. I can see the dandelion hats floating around. I can hear the Robin's song This was such a wholesome experiment 💖
Bit early for snow, but who cares. Lovely, lovely poem. Hi Cathy.
Beautifully written!😊