see them everywhere gentle lines on the worn faces
of people
as they bask in a brilliant solar amber glow
every freckle is
a strawberry kiss
a blush of radiant energy
notice how shoulders seem to lift
corners of eyes seem to crinkle
and how arms swing back-forth merrily in time
like wee-willy happy goat-feet
Spring has its own lilting harmony
tempo and skip-to-the-heart beat
so fresh-new with each quivering breeze
sending a delighted shiver through
all the awakening trees and their budding leaves
and how all the young Robins do sing-sing-sing
an Hallelujah-of-Joy
which rises embracing
the fondant clouds of heaven.
Copyright April 2nd 2016
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Meloo/Melissa A Howells
Straight from her TILT-A-WORLD
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