Spring

Spring is

taking your new wicker basket,

ambling through a thicket of trees

and reaching a grove of orchards

illuminated by patches of sunlight.

Spring is

shedding off your winter’s coat

and putting on faded blue overalls,

flinging aside your three layers of socks

and sprinting barefoot into the damp, dewy grass.

Spring is

pastel colored flowers

budding on the bare trees

that survived through the blizzards

of the brisk and frosty winter.

Spring is

a time where people celebrate the jubilation

that emanated from the sun finally coming out,

a time where people gather round

and make a toast to the hope that’s coming.

Posted in response to the challenge Spring: Writing Contest.

happy_the_dog

CA

12 years old

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