The sun rose up at dawn.
Young Spring was on the lawn.
She waged her pale frail hands.
White mist filled all free space.
It flew like a thin lace.
The lawn hid under veil.
The foggy air swirled,
creating magic simples
of flowers high above.
It looked like the sky fell
on the wide lawn. And shades
were dancing over grass.
Each leaf of rising grass
had been completely wrapped
in weightless whitish wet.
Young Spring blew out warm breeze.
A lot of sparkling beads
appeared on grass edges.
They shone in the sun rays,
emitting rainbow tracks.
Young Spring’s amazing smile
alighted a pale face.
She walked and a dark lane
was looming then behind…
by Thea Ariss
18.10.2024
Spring s treasures. The Kingdom of Streams
© Copyright: Тея Арис, 2024
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