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The First Night of Spring
The crickets chirped and a dog barked as I sat outside on the first night of Spring.
The wind danced with the new-budding leaves and the air smelled like fresh turned dirt on the first night of Spring.
The sky was deep royal blue with pinpricks of shining yellow starlight on the first night of Spring.
The trees bent in the gentle, southern breeze and flower petals raced all around, some resting in my hair on the first night of Spring.
The air no longer called goosebumps to my skin and the grass was warm against my bare feet on the first night of Spring
The pond shimmered and shook with the life bursting from below and frogs bellowed their approval on the first night of Spring.
The moon was as new as I felt in this season of rebirth, but all was bright on the first night of Spring.
The world and I both sang our silent songs of thanks and praise and all of Life cried out in joy on the first night of Spring.
The wind danced with the new-budding leaves and the air smelled like fresh turned dirt on the first night of Spring.
The sky was deep royal blue with pinpricks of shining yellow starlight on the first night of Spring.
The trees bent in the gentle, southern breeze and flower petals raced all around, some resting in my hair on the first night of Spring.
The air no longer called goosebumps to my skin and the grass was warm against my bare feet on the first night of Spring
The pond shimmered and shook with the life bursting from below and frogs bellowed their approval on the first night of Spring.
The moon was as new as I felt in this season of rebirth, but all was bright on the first night of Spring.
The world and I both sang our silent songs of thanks and praise and all of Life cried out in joy on the first night of Spring.
Published 21st Mar 2012
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21st Mar 2012 3:16am
Being outside as it gets warm out may be the most divine experience one can have; it certainly makes me feel like the world was created for my express pleasure. My only suggestion would be to ease up on the repetition next time--some subtle repetition is good, but line after line gives the feeling of being force-fed. Overall though a quaint little write.
23rd Mar 2012 9:15pm
Thanks for the feedback, and yes, Springtime is truly the most beautiful time of year! It brings the love of God to light in all of us :)
