Springtime – April 7, 2019 Doree nature, poetry April 7, 2019April 10, 2019 1 Minute Dirt, Wet dog, Worms, Fish, always fish. The smell creeps up on me, As spring turns the corner. Share this: Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Like Loading... Published by Doree Grief Out Loud. Art. Life View all posts by Doree Published April 7, 2019April 10, 2019