Brilliant forsythia fingers
fling their exuberance
into the bright blue air.
Red budding twigs
holler “here I am, shine on me.”
Forsythia sunshine
fills my eyes, Maple flowers
jingle, “Welcome pollinating friends.”
Spring buds open everywhere
blossoming their way into summer.
By Tasha Halpert
Very nice poem! It is so alive…
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