To Spring
Oh, Spring, now I ask, have you finally sprung?
Or are we so expectant, hung…
Out to dry? (As the Saying goes),
By Winter winds, and wet Spring snows?
Warm the days! Now shine, the sun!
Encourage outdooring, for work and fun;
Rake those leaves! Say, scratch that soil!
Recover from Winter? – well, that’s no toil!
Snow on the lawn, now diminishing,
As soils soon warm, anticipating
The day when seeds drop in the ground
And die, that colors may pop, all around!
Vistas recover, and leaves will be seen,
Brown soon transformed, to bright Springy green!
Oh Spring, you’re a wonderful time of year,
For God made you, and to Him you’ll adhere!
-- Poet Les (04-23-2007)
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3 comments:
You certainly are talented with your Poems! And the flowers are a welcome sight for sore eyes. Thanks for sharing!
Junior, You are very talented, dare I say, gifted, in your poems. It sounds like it comes easy to you? Never heard of "outdooring" but it makes sense. So, coin a new word! Cousin Dorothy
ahhhhhhhhh, finally it comes ... we've had a long wait, but your poem expresses the sentiment we all share very well.
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