Blossom Sonnet
When the winter winds have stole
their shivered breath,
And warmer now, snow is shed,
what lovely can bring when it sings;
(From mountains deep to waken sleep)
And gather the birds to their blossomed boughs,
singing their elated woody sounds,
(gently loitering in elder trees)
speckled chirps in forest green
Neath budding Sylvan mistletoe
the earth is born-again,
ages old
returns this ditty of long ago
(til rejoicing in leafy worlds)
Copyright © Keith O.J. Hunt | Year Posted 2014
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