Category: Spring Writing Contest

Green pastures tell my friends To come out of their small house, Smell the fresh dew perfume sends, Hear me conduct the waltz of Strauss The clouds have cleared the view For my friends to enjoy the bright spotlight  Where I lead the wind orchestra of green and blue They play and sway to my direction with delight The flower buds enticed by the symphony Their whorls gradually open to hear more of it  Everyone rise to the climax of spring’s harmony A rush of excitement, images of happiness hit…

Reminiscent winds serenade the morning breeze. Perfume scents of roses flow. Tiny blades of green grass grow. Misty showers soak the earth, glorious colors come to birth. Gathering clouds come and go, rain, sun, and a vibrant bow. Dainty petals, fancy flair, dancing in the warm, sweet air. Oh sweet, lovely Spring, patiently waiting for the charms you bring. By: Kayla N.

I bring new life and herald the warmth, but hay fever, too, is in my source. Autumn has color but tinged with decay. Some call her Fall. I think she’s OK. Summer’s the one that gets all glory, but brush fires and sunburn are in the story. Season of choice, who will win? The one with potential, of course; it’s Spring. By: Vanessa M