Health & Fitness
Spoils of Spring
Come step into SPRING with me... this Glory is the gift of Creation...
Budding leaves of many hues
Reaching branches of the lofty oak tree
The quiver of dawning grass laden with Spring rain
Robins red of breast aflight in my garden near
Blooms of grace and brilliant white
The song of birds distant yet heard
The presence of soft winds and a gentle rain
The silent sounding of growth abound
Such be the spoils of Spring, this day found.
Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York
Windflowers, 1903, Oil on canvas, John William Waterhouse, British, 1849 - 1917.
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