SPRING TIME
How sweet the smell of lifes perfume,
a joy to behold
an orchard full of blossoms
a harvest field of gold.
The fragrant smell of rosebuds
like the pink of baby toes
dew, like diamonds glistening
from an early morning rose.
Rich pearls of raindrops
hardly make a sound
for they become as velvet
as they gently touch the ground.
Like a butterfly kiss upon my face
the touch of a gentle breeze
the sun a golden rainbow
on grass of emerald green.
The creaking of the old porch swing
the hum of bees near by
The drone of a plane, with silver wings
high in the misty sky.
So much beauty all around
it fills my heart with laughter
for once you've tasted the sweet smell of spring
then winter doesn't matter.
By my Aunt: Betty J. Sanders
1976
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