Spring Fever
There! Hills tell each other, the listening valleys hear
In full choir the earth hails approach of spring
The winds kiss the perfumed garments of her
Her morn and evening breathe scatter, life swings.
Across the land, come spring, string my guitar.
An old song dancing through the pines,
No words to the haunting melody
The forest laden with sound from glens entwined
Voices of streams and trees linger endlessly
The forest sings to spring mystical music
All things turn green and colorful
Tulip festivals abound everywhere unique.
Here on my garden the lovely spring pops up
Each flower and herb on earth’s breast.
I feel the spirit of loveliness stirring up,
With dreams to live up after wintry rest.
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March 6, 2014
Dr. Ram Mehta
Form: Ballad
Third Place Win
Contest: Spring Fever by Poetess Darkly
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