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In spring the wind will rustle
And old leaves will tussle
Over the still bare ground
The smell of decay all around
Once when things started to thaw
Then the smell of apple blossoms is raw
Filling the air, swirling around as one
Tinges of pinks and whites are spun
Where new leaves and light begun
To sparkle like jades and jewels
I wait for those first orioles
And their short little chortles
Chirps and quick eyes as they hop
From branch to branch would plop
Pecking away at some unseen pray
Flying so effortlessly for awhile
Makes me marvel in triumphant style
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Posted: Feb 2020
About this poem:
Visions on a mountainside meadow during a spring day in New England

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Very nice right Yankee. My senses were able to capture some of your beautiful descriptions if only in my mind. Spring in New England should be so unique. Thanks for sharing. SM
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Sorry meant write.
Nice way to describe Spring time.

We must also think of allergies when trees blossom.
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