Rays flow down
quaint blue skies,
from behind white fluffs
casting silver lines,
like the glow of an angel -
everlasting serene,
gliding down from heavens,
to meadows green...
Crisp warm shadows swarm
cobbled narrow streets,
painting complexions
snow-white to pink;
Inviting mortals
to blossoms and bees,
it's spring in the Kingdom
of the British Queen....
With mother nature hosting,
a lush gathering;
mongst flowering dogwoods,
and sunny daffodils...
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| in admiration... dogwood blossoms |
