| Posted on April 11, 2011 at 1:00 PM |
Spring
spring is the warm crisp air touching my skin
spring is little baby birds singing
spring is the bright yellow sun shining in my eyes
spring is hearing the leaves rustling up against each other
spring is smelling the fresh evergreen
spring is seeing robins fly through the sky
spring is the breeze flowing through your body
spring is looking at the cloudless sky
By Steven Sauer
Categories: Poetry
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