In the spring night, whispers on the wind…
The calls of peepers, baying at the moon…
Somewhere the sound of water
The sound of life
And you can almost hear the plants growing.
There was talk amongst the pansies,
And chatter between the crocus,
That something was coming…
Something was in the works…
A hint… a mystery… a new…
Swirls of color,
Rainbow divine,
Palette of spring,
Floral design…
Conceived in Winter
Born in Summer
~ J U L Y 2 0 , 2 0 1 9 ~
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