SPRINGTIME
The sound of a spring rain
falling gently upon my window sill
signals the cleansing process has begun
followed by the smell of sweetness
that always follows a spring rain.
And after the rain stops,
the sun comes out.
Chirping birds and crickets
play the most peaceful tune
while the occasional frog chimes in….
Hand in hand, lovers stroll past
as all creatures are at their happiest.
Spawning begins,
days grow longer
and the clock backs up an hour.
Green takes over,
mixed ever so perfectly,
with pinks,
violets,
yellows
and blues.
Springtime in Michigan,
Heaven can wait.
© 2011 Richard Lee King. All Rights Reserved.
Author of: A Pursuit of Life & The Price of Freedom
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