Thursday, March 23, 2006

Bashful Child

Spring, this year
Is like a bashful child.
Backward and quiet
Hiding behind tree and bush.
Letting Winter bully
Waiting to slip out
Waiting till nature calls
Olly olly oxenfree.

Yet Spring is here
I heard a whisper.
A quiet chuckle
Mocking this last snow.
There, see the daffodil
Hiding neath that ragged bush.
See magnolia buds swell
Proud to wait
Impatient still.

Spring is like a bashful child
Getting dressed for Easter.
Grinning bright as it waits
Ready to walk out
Cheeks burning but proud
Of all the elegant finery.
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