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Come outside and open your eyes
You’ll know spring is here,
Not because of the blue skies
But because of the flowers in her hair

The season's first blooms bravely peeping
Bringing the promise of wealth and luck
Along with the grass, it’s no longer sleeping
With petals the color of a freshly hatched duck
With its petals seeped into lore
The maiden fair weaves a crown
To deliver to her beau next door
Hoping he notices her new gown



Comments (16)
Yayy, daffodils! I love this time of year, and your poem captures it brilliantly.
Lovely! Thank you!❤️
Elegantly composed! Beautiful ✨😊
Well-wrought! Easter colors: ducklings, daffodils, lillies. As for old Narcissus, his great sin was being immersed in his own reflection. The wonder he beheld in the pond would have been magnified exponentially had he only looked to the sky instead. There he might have even found Peace.
I can’t wait for spring. Indiana likes to toy with our emotions, we may see it in June
Oh no, poor Echo. Ostara seems like a pretty name for a girl. I might use it in the future hehehe. Loved your poem!
I haven't seen any here as of yet, but it shouldn't be long.
Beautifully-penned Mother! 💕
Lovely! Can't wait for the warmer weather!
Oh love this. I think we could do with some lovely spring weather for sure.
Lovely work, Mother. Bring spring on, I'm ready!
Beautiful and whimsical. Lovely poem 🌼 it really does feel like spring.
Thank you for giving me a breath of Spring....I'm soaking it up! Loved this
This is so pretty!! Like ☀️ sunshine! Your pictures are gorgeous. And the last stanza and last line make me smile. Touching! ⚡💙⚡
Awesome nature poem!°❤️❤️💕
Beautiful renewal, Sharon.