Journey To Spring
JOURNEY TO SPRING
Dark bass of November’s unpolished brass
Trumpets no light to pass
From dead December’s muffled drums -
Makes all ears numb.
Finely pitched January’s strings
Their blue sky path sing
To February’s ebony flutes -
Mellow as Grecian lutes.
Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2018
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