Maiden of Spring

Spring is slowly creeping
quietly she peeks into
the world

The scent of her fragrance
floral in all its glory
drifts through air

Playfully she begins
to ting the barren ground
with drops of color

She giggles in the breezes
the hint of warmth flirting
in the sun

The grace and charm
of innocence at its finest
approaches once more.

Christine R. Senter
© 2003

Tags: Poems, Poetry, Spring

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