A Springtime Poem by Victoria Whalen
Can I have a sunny afternoon or a* flower that’s red? Where familiar raindrops glisten memorable dew on our childish head?
Beauty or beasts, bugs map new domestic den. Oh! Newborn sensitive birds screeching at watching maternal wren.
A brilliant morning, a lively confident kid discovers extrinsic hue. Melting shows a perplexing color, lavender, is shimmering radiantly through.