Spring. That time of year when the sun is shining, snow is melting and those long sought-after little sprouts of green are waiting, just underneath the earths surface to push through and call an official start to the season.
For those with a dose of seasonal affective disorder, this time of year is the relief thats been searched for. For farmers, its the beginning of a treacherous working season. For urbanites, lunching outside and picnicking in parks.
Spring, I’ve waiting so long it seems for the sun to hit my face, to hear the clicking of my heels on the pavement, and to smell the staunch smell of fresh grass in the yard. Please stay longer this year – I’ve got lots of plans for you!
Thanks for reading!
-Mliae
Springing Spring. Beautiful season 😊
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It is! I’m just skipping happy today that the sun is shining 🙂
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I can imagine how you feel 🙂
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What a beautiful post! I just got prompted to search for some Spring season poems! ^^
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Excellent! Thank you 🙂
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