Poetry: Spring

The winter sky growls and howls;

But soon, it will quiet.

The gentle breeze of spring;

Brushes against winter’s iciest tips.

Winter backs down reluctantly;

And lets spring take over.

Spring glides and skips and gently revives;

Every single flower.

It touches the pond and the ice cracks;

Revealing ruffled ducklings.

 Spring revives the sleeping mammals that hide in their dens;

They stretch and yawn.

Spring brings joy to the children;

Eggs are hidden in tufts of grass.

The children smile and giggle;

Spring chuckles.

Spring rushes;

The river hushes.

Soon, the sun sets, and spring hides;

For soon, summer will come.

By Macy Taylor

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