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Fertile Thoughts Unleashed.

Updated on January 1, 2010

 

Fertile Thoughts Unleashed.  

 

Snow melt becomes
budding tulips,
poking green feelers
into the brisk air,
while forsythia's blossom
in massive yellow swirls,
as if God is

a frenzied painter,
spattering the

canvas of the world.

Daffodils blow
their golden trumpets,
as birds whistle along,
decorating my clothesline
like a long

feathered boa.

Creatures scurry about
in a furry hurry
gathering sustenance
long denied

while they were
sleepy dwellers in the
-nation of Hiber-.

Puddles dot

 the landscape
mirroring the

blue skies
that bore them.


Bright colored domes
stretch and dance

 along sidewalks,
attached by

thin handles to
all the wanna stay drys.

It is then that I
recognize Spring

her sweet

perfume wafting,
such a lovely lady
waiting outside my door,
in forget-me-not shoes
and a lovely

emerald gown,
stretching in a long
trail behind her.

 



"When spring's sprung, I am flung from my couch,
that housed me in winter's blues, to dance in its splendor."

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