by Unknown
Mar 2010 300 Views 3 comments
A Girl Named Spring
Spring the blossomed season sits
In a field of grassy growths
Pulling off her woolen mitts
Finally free of winter coats
Rising lightly to her feet
Spirited the virgin maid
Dances to a gentle beat
Echoing across the glade
Playful breezes tease her dress
Rippling the simple gown
Breaths of wafting wamth caress
Skin that's tinged a golden brown
To and fro her body drifts
Swaying 'neath the shining sun
Spreading seeds like fertile gifts
'Til at last her dance is done
In a field of grassy growths
Pulling off her woolen mitts
Finally free of winter coats
Rising lightly to her feet
Spirited the virgin maid
Dances to a gentle beat
Echoing across the glade
Playful breezes tease her dress
Rippling the simple gown
Breaths of wafting wamth caress
Skin that's tinged a golden brown
To and fro her body drifts
Swaying 'neath the shining sun
Spreading seeds like fertile gifts
'Til at last her dance is done
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Posted: Mar 2010
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Comments (3)
While Spring the blossomed season sits, I anticipate the Dances to a gentle beat that is sure to be here soon. Thank you for sharing.