The month of April is almost gone. I hope you’ve enjoyed the poems I’ve shared for National Poetry Month.
Spring
Winter is tucked into bed, awaiting autumn’s call.
While Spring dances to and fro,
encouraging buds to bloom and sap to run,
birds to sing and creeks to burble.
Spring dances until Summer comes to take the lead,
and then she too is tucked in bed.
Caryn Moya Block 
Reblogged this on poetreecreations.org and commented:
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Thank you for the reblog. I am glad you liked my poem. I am honored that you put it up on your site.
Caryn
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