"I am hearing poetry when awake, dreaming poetry when asleep, breathing poetry with each breath, I am living in a poem."

Saturday, April 3, 2010

Voice of Spring

Frozen winter has given way to thaw
Its frosty breath now warmed by spring
Earth’s brown tattered blanket sprouting green

The courting melody of frog and cricket
Are heard breaking the evening’s silence
Singing the promise of a new generation

Daffodils push their way skyward
Dotting the landscape in bright yellow
Little sunshine groupings bringing a smile

Redbud’s bloom paint’s a purple touch
To the woods still wearing their coats of brown
Their blossoms a herald of life renewed

Mother nature is dressing her children
To attend the ball of season’s change
Listen and you will hear the voice of spring


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