Will you C & C this SPRING poem for me?

I love spring and I love cycling.

I just wrote a poem on a similar topic today without seeing this first. It's amazing how that can work from time to time.

I enjoyed your vision of springtime. A sweet poem that lets me smell the flowers in your words. When I ride at present my season is autumn (fall), but in Australia most trees don't lose their foliage in the winter, so there aren't many leaves on the ground. It's possibly a little similar to your springtime.

I'm seeing lots of ducks as I ride at the moment. They look very happy and self satisfied. I haven't come across any sprites or nymphs yet but there is always tomorrow.

Thank you for this little vignette. It was a joy to read.

Spirits dance in the midst of the forest; pansies & pink poises aglow.

Rowdy nymphs play songs to a cyclist, inviting them to know.

But the new flowers bloom, with the memories of gone.

And the Sweet Broom blossoms, and the Maple has none.

Maybe a California thing. One of my clients has a dying Japanese Maple tree that is dying - just killing me.

Each season has its own beauty;

Fall has its dazzling array of colors,

Winter has its time when nature sleeps;

But spring is a time when earth awakens

Leading us into days of summer fun.

I will watch out for the sprites and nymphs as I drive down the highways. The many wildflowers of a Texas spring give them a place to hide alongside the road.

I like it.

Spring is a great time and you describe it well. When I was a child I used to say

"The Spring is sprung and the grass is riz

so I wonder where the flowers is".

While I like to pass the tiny bit of doggeral on to my grandchildren, your poem describes the blooming of spring much better.

Keep up the good work. You get a thumbs up!

I like this small acrostic. It is a picture of spring.

I like the nymphs playing songs to a cyclist. I see them with the ear plugs in as they ride...now I

know who they hear.

It's vivid with color. A delight.

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maybe add

the sun lightly beat down against the swaying grass

the dandelions and sunflowers all alike

welcomed bees in gathering the pollen

clouds, the puffiest and whitest

all move away and let the blue sky

shine on

When my teacher shares a poem, what can I say but to cherish her words and her very existence? There are words in this poem which are carefully chosen. Only a master can do that. Spring is everywhere and thus our New Year Has begun. Happy New Year. May you live healthy in this year and may you be happy forever.

''The Flowers of Spring ; beautiful I love it

All set in a bowl, they bring all the joeys of Spring.

daffodils gasping in deep grass watching elms cast

there shadows , O'er warm Spring days :)

Nice thank you i'm looking forward to the Summer too :)

In 6 lines you capture the soul

of Spring awakening.

Admirably composed, Tori.

Perfect for Spring