Spring
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!
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!
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
i love this poem so much !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
put some poems under your comments so i can read them!!!!
i don't understand it.... but it sounds nice =^.^=
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