Yesterday’s poem was for fun. It was a poem to express the joy of spring, the power of life.Spring is gifted with newness. Flowers full of energy burst loose from the soil. Reaching for the sun, they explode with glorious beauty.
The womb gets too crowded and life springs forth. Young lambs frolic and play. New foals wobble on shaky pins.
Warm air mixes with cold and thunderous clouds billow and roll.
I love the spring.
Spring is a joy, The Father’s delight.
Ooooh, I liked the line
"New foals wobble on shaky pins"