They
begin slowly at first,
yet soon,
they are multiplying
as fast as wild fire.
The single
lime-green blades of grass
and
buds on long dormant trees.
The single
red-chested robin
hesitantly hopping through the grass,
turns into
a symphony
of birds
each chirping
their own part.
The smell of the rain,
building up
on the horizon
turns into
droplets
pounding down.
The sun
peeking out
from behind clouds,
comes out,
frying us
with its brilliant rays.
The sweet taste
of barbecue
from before
engulfs the air
as everyone feasts
at their first picnic of the season.
These
show
that
at
last
here.
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A/N: Not really, more like three days of spring, then summer. School ends in four days!
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Poetry
PoetryA bunch of poems that I have written. As you read more of the poems, the style changes as I change. This is a time capsule for my poetry.
