spring has not yet sprung

But everybody's ready for it. Here are some thoughts on the coming of spring.

Spring! What is it I Like About Spring, by Anonymous Woman

Spring is cleaning, birth of beauty, and music from the little ones who are born to sing.

Spring is a perfect name for the season, because everything is springing up. The birds and other baby animals spring up.

Then you have the colors springing up from trees, plants, flowers, and God even gives color in the sky from rainbows, or the sun shining across the ocean that comes up with many different colors of red, orange, yellow across the sky.

Plus time, you have to spring ahead which your clocks.

Gardens growing vegetables and bushes growing berries of many colors. Spring is a very beautiful season everything all new again.

What it means to me is a new and beautiful attitudes and feelings!!




Spring, Anonymous Man

February is almost over. Spring will be here soon. I'm looking forward to the warmer weather (and even the warmer rain!). I enjoy all the seasons equally but spring is when everything starts to reawaken. The flowers come into bloom once again and the birds can be heard trilling their songs to all that care to listen and enjoy. The cloudy skies start to clear, the children and seniors once again seek pleasant comfort in the out of doors. The young (and older) lover find surcease in long walks, reflecting the season in their smiling faces. Spring introduces summer.




Spring Time!

When I was a little girl, I was put in foster homes, but what I can remember is tulips. I played outside.

I also had asthma, so I couldn't really enjoy everything everyone else could. Easter in the city of K. Falls, one of the boys was in Boy Scouts, so we made a Boy Scout camping trip with them. We set up camp, roasted hot dogs, and all that. We had breakfast in the camp lodge. We'd go to bed, wake in the morning to hung Easter eggs with our Easter baskets.

Spring vacation from school was cool. I remember it woudl cloud up really good and the storm drains in the street would back up. The kids in the neighborhood would all run out and play in the streets with each other and just get soaking wet. Parents came home and we all talked about our day, soon we kids were fed and off to bed. Laughter, tears, fears, and I'm still here.




Death to Heaven, by Dreamer

living on the souls of the dead,
tower of heavenly wonders
amongst the chain of the
living dead. the dead
don't know they're dead but
their souls are the feast
of the living. only confusion
from thought to thought of the
barely existing dead being
feasted upon by the souls
of the living, feeling
powerful, meaningful emotions.
a spirit rising from the dead
continuation to the living
here on earth to death of
heavenly wonders to await those
worthy of feasting on the dead.