[Jenna Rose]: 150.Contest Entries.Drabbl
Written for the April round of: Drabbles, with the prompt "spring".
Sitting with my sketch book, on the swing in my backyard, I watch the grass turn greener by the second and flowers pop up from the dirt right before my eyes - or so it seems. The apple trees are tinted pink, soon to be full of blossoms. The birds have returned from their vacation to the south, and they sing a song that’s lovely to my ears. The air is damp, and smells of rain. And a soft, refreshing breeze blows through my hair, with a hint - and a hope - of warmer days to come.