Sweet Spring
Little flowers bud,
Grass pokes out of warming ground.
Chirps of birds are heard,
Beautiful eggs are laid,
Furry little critters wake.
👁 1💬 0
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.