Spring

In honor of National Poetry Month,

Spring

by Caryn Moya Block

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Spring

like a timid maid,

you peek from behind the frozen tundra. 

A shy glance, 

a smile, and a ray of your loveliness. 

Oh, how we long for you to dance for us.

How we long for your fragrant scents and vibrant blooms. 

I see you peeking.

Come dance with me. 

Spring

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