Opening Time

Poem By Janet Mary Zylstra

Little drops of water,
Little drops of rain,
Freshen up the wayside flowers
And makes them breath again.
The sun comes out to dry them,
They shiver in the breeze
And the golden shower of pollen
Inebriates the breeze.

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