Time Again
It's time again,
Spring spurts sublime.
From bud to blossom,
Resurrection so awesome.
In matter of days,
Dormant now alive and gay.
Being filled with redolence,
No longer Winter's snow fence.
Wild plums burst with life,
White purity of petals rife.
About the Author: Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.
Image is of the first day of blossoms (yesterday) on the wild plum trees.
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