The season brings its
Own bright colours, dancing in
Pink, white, and yellow.
Trees curtsey full skirts
To flirt with nodding buds, the
Lush spurting green spikes.
Warm gusts chase clouds that
Fade with each breath, no longer
Pall - decoration.
I stride, breathing deep,
Letting Spring leap into me,
And laugh with each step.
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