The Color of Spring

Cool nights

Warm days

Bring change

To the world

We feel

And see

Mornings of

Frost choked fields

Metamorph into

Dew kissed meadows

Barren branches

Give birth

To Red

Yellow

Green

And Blue

Colors

Drift

To the ground

Forming pools

Of fragrant colors

We see

-jwmeddick

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