The Passage of Spring
The face of Spring on this misty morn
invites the seer of sights.
The mountain peaks in fog are adorned
as you view ascending heights.
Quiet rules this early daylight hour
while some yet nestle in bed.
Here, amidst misty morning showers,
of beauty, so much can be said.
Nature parades this passage of Spring
with colors and brightest green.
Flying about, the small songbirds sing;
such wonder in these glorious scenes.
Copyright © Douglas Ace | Year Posted 2009
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