Love's Tender Greening Bud
Come, gentle Spring,
into my winter heart
long frozen beneath a wide expanse of snow.
Seek out the slumbering flower
hidden in the dormant sod;
charm her from frigid grave
with sweet, warm sighs and penetrating rains.
Come, incessant Spring,
and ravage my still heart with beauty's multitude.
Persist until I feel
love's tender greening bud
burst through surrendered soil.
Faye Lanham Gibson
Copyright, 1987
Copyright © Faye Gibson | Year Posted 2014
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