Soft shades of morning
sneakers too
a yard waiting for a visitor
a bird, a bee, a familiar face
the fountain dormant from spring's rain
needs to be plugged in
like the zillion's of birds
that hover over
Spring comes
the heart leaps up
I wash my hose off
dirt oozes
the flower beds are singing
petunias blooming
their purple heads
thoughtfully open
for the noon-day sun
the wildflowers have
just begun.
Anita Schiffman Holzberg
April 7, '10
Thursday, 15 April 2010
Spring is Here - Anita Holzberg
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