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: Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on X (Opens in new window) X 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