Redbud peeks <br />Beyond the showy white dogwood. <br />The wet Spring breeze blows soft, <br />As the thick smoke clouds race low across <br />The unseen sky. <br />Rust pink maple seeds <br />And Spring green leaves, <br />Shudder among the dark green pines. <br />The whistling wind and waving tawny grass <br />Bid the last Winter cold, 'Be gone! ' <br />Let the warmth of Spring day sun arrive. 'Goodbye! ' <br /> <br />(4.13.9 Waterfall)<br /><br />Heather Z. Hanna<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/redbud-peeks/
