Saturday, April 23, 2016

Spring Fever

Spring buds opening,
lonely winter's leaving.
Green crawls into eyes
as pairs wander blue skies.

Temperature rising. 
Feel fingers brushing.  
Blooming to a fever,
I'll be too eager.

Mind racing, hearts chasing
something blooming soon.
The rustling buds for spring
awakening.


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