spring, it’s lollygagging
words unwritten
thoughts aimless
passions quieted.
time to rise and spill
caffeinated words
enter the dawn,
words stirred with purpose
giggling flowers
and laughing trees
sunlit fields mingle
with the breeze
nature glows with spring
not even a worm’s yawn
will hinder a masterpiece.
© Eugenia Hoffman
Photo by Jonathan Petersson from Pexels
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What a lovely ode to spring.
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Thank you, Sadje!
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You’re welcome 😊
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Loved the last bit – not even a worm’s yawn will hinder a masterpiece.
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Thank you so much!
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I’m smiling thinking of giggling flowers and laughing trees! Love the way this unfolds!
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Thank you and I am glad you enjoyed it.
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Definitely a feel good spring poem Eugenia, .. at the moment, I’d be the yawning worm .. 😊🌏
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Thank you, Ivor!😊
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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