Spring has sprung

A song is sung

By every sparrow and hummingbird

Rain comes down

With a pounding sound

On all the azaleas and daffodils

Blooms are bursting

For bees who are buzzing

Pollinating flowers and trees

Next will be summer

My favorite season

When gardens sway in the breeze

About Linda Kruschke

I am a Jesus Freak, and I don't care who knows it. I am a wife, mother, sister, aunt, daughter, and friend. My blood family is only part of the larger family of Christ that I belong to. I love to write, especially about my dear Savior.
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4 Responses to Spring

  1. My favorite is summer. Spring is a wonderful birth but with postpartum blues of mud and rain.

  2. “Rain comes down / With a pounding sound.” Those lines are well-penned, and I like their sound!

  3. Debbie says:

    Summer is my favorite too. Wonderful read, Linda!

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