In honor of National Poetry Month,
by Caryn Moya Block
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.
2 thoughts on “Spring”
Very nice! Wishful thinking.
Sending you a ray of sunshine ☀️
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