our passions embraced
springtime bouquets await
joys of the morn to
bring forth paradise
as mingled delights imagined
trees sup morning dew
tender buds reach for the sky
spring hustle is near
can you feel the warmth
beneath your feet
as mother earth smiles
© Franci Eugenia Hoffman
A gander at me – enjoying a dedicated career in the insurance industry for over 20 years, being rewarded both professionally and personally, I am now fulfilling my dreams. My writing and creative endeavors can be found on my blogs, Eugi’s Causerie and Eclectic Brew. I have authored eBooks Fanciful Delights, Mama, me, and Mother Nature, and also have writings at Spillwords, PoetrySoup, beBee, and several Anthologies.
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Such a, beautiful picture, you’d painted, of, how everything is, slowly, waking up in the springtime, and, we are all, ready, for that, brand new, beginning…
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Thank you so much!
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Spring is still seven weeks away, but your poem has me thinking of many wonderful spring thoughts!
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Thank you! I am getting mentally ready for spring!
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Lovely. A carrot to keep us going.
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Yes, something to look forward to. ❤️
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Beautiful poem Eugenia. You have given us a taste of spring
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Thank you, Sadje! ❤️
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You’re welcome
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Beautiful Eugenia!
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Thank you, Cindy! 🌺
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You’re so welcome! 💖💖
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Love the line “trees sup morning dew” that line made me smile!
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Thank you! I’m glad it made you smile. 😊
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thank you for sharing, Chuck! xoxo😘
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Thanks for sharing this lovely peek at pre-Spring. Can’t wait!
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