Spring Is Here

Spring Is Here short poem

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Spring, its earthy smell is everywhere
Shouts of children, gleefully at play
Adults too, liberated at last from playing solitaire

Lakes, once frozen and cold, now awake
Reflecting glimmering shards of golden light
Streams freed from their icy prisons, gurgle with joy since daybreak

Flowers, a burst of colors, flutter in the morning breeze
While distant maples flaunt their reddish mantle
And the distinct sound of woodpeckers pecking with renewed ease

We walk with a spring, across meadows and vales
Amidst fields of early flowers and blooms
In celebration of Spring

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From young, I have a love for the English Language and have been a voracious reader of novels, getting my fill from the British Council and later at the U.S.I.S. Clearly the writing style of UK and American authors is different.It is only about three years ago that I ventured into the world of poetry, and starting to pen my own poems. I find it gratifying and fulfilling to have an opportunity to put my thoughts, feelings and emotions into poems and haiku.
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Preeti
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Spring is the season of hope and happiness…Perfectly said!

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