Spring
Light rain patters
On the roof of leaves
New shoots rise,
A light, light green
Newborn lambs baa,
White as snow
Baby calves sleep
Under skies of indigo.
Moon shines bright,
In the opaque black
Stars flicker and twinkle
With a warmth the sun lacks
Horizon glows orange
Sun shines gold
Sees this time of year again,
Spring's story, yet to be told
Clouds drift lazily
Over quilts of snow now thinning
Across the land, people now
Tell stories of new beginnings.
By Amy
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