| A sense of warmth is tapping at the door; And hope, a feeling out from distant lore – Or so it seems – clears the deep refrain!
Emerging youth: a dormant lea awakes. The raging colour, singing loud, partakes In annual birth – spring is born again!
A zest anew for nascent life Begins in floral train: Carriage one: a snowdropp thrill; Carriage two: the crocus; Number three, a daffodil – dancing, Drawing focus – as she would, Attention seeker!
How I love our spring: The bold and sleeker feel I get, An inner glow, a ring! I’ve paid the winter’s chilly debt, so Now upon the wing!
------ Mark R Slaughter 2010 |
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