Season of Seeds

Spring is Here


Staff Photo by Virginia Bates

Leaves on trees are growing again as the season changes to spring.

Virginia Bates, Editor: Shyann Snyder

A rose is just a name of itself
Colors covered rose verb raise from the ground
Defined as a noun displayed on the shelf

Prickle thy fickle locked away in a glass
Damn to be torn down for, ever one might find
Given to love and to be in a land of mass

Bring the air, the bees, the color, the breeze
That hid in the winter can now come forth
A light in the midst of all days long north

It’s here you and me
Pick up the brooch
And join together with glee
Nothing starts a better approach
To a year to become then a rose with seeds
Planted to sprouts with buds and leafs