Strawberries spill over into every taste bud
Magnolia and Cherry blossom drench my eyelids
Thunder pealing across an evening sky lulls me to sleep
Soft sunlight softens my bleached winter skin
The morning whispers fragrance of a leftover rain
Earth shares its riches
Today at dVersepoetspub.com it is Quadrille Monday. The word is rich, or any form of.