‘Tis the season of spring…

The frosted earth has thawed,

Dormant seeds, how they twitch,

Ah! Nature orchestrates

Sights resplendent sans glitch.

 

‘Tis the season of spring…

Buoyant buds bloom and bob,

Wafting smells ambrosial,

Spanning yards of beauty

In hues bright and pastel.

 

‘Tis the season of spring…

Landscapes unfold with grace.

All songsters spread their wings,

And dance with mellow mirth,

With the joy that earth brings.

 

‘Tis the season of spring…

Myriad mauve moments,

Stories infused with love

Silently connect hearts,

Nature’s keen to observe.

 

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Poetry Style : Monchielle

Four stanzas having six lines each.

The syllable count of every line is six.

The first line of all stanzas needs to be the same.

Rhyme scheme : Abcdc and so on