Thursday, January 25, 2007

Spring


Grey clouds push across the sky
like a slow parade
or funeral procession
scraping their bellies
on the sugar coated mountains peaks

Dandelions, with perfect saffron faces
pop out of grass
like individual sunshines
in a green wavy sky

Noisy little birds cheer the clouds
in their march across the sky
welcoming a shower
to coax out yummy worms

The clouds tear their cotton puffs
bright holes of sun
little peeks at what is soon to come
echoing the dandelions' joyous bursting
in the spring parade

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