The Change
Cascading hues
Fall down from the mountain ledges
Quite beautiful
But suddenly
The rage of cold and distance is upon us
Seems never to end
'Tho come this morn I awoke
To the flavors and scents of new life
Mercy and grace
Growing in the grasses
Weary faces uncreasing themselves
Brooks filled with trickling delight
Birds soaring heaven bound above
Lonely little trees
Extending their branches in embrace
Let us rejoice and breathe in deeply
'Til the fragrance becomes a part of us
Welcome,come quickly
Spring
By Deb Wilson
Copyright © Deb Wilson | Year Posted 2010
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