Mid-March Gladness
Come lift me high, higher through your flowers,
Let my senses pour over your timeless leisure
Fresh night the wind chimes of nature heaps,
Softly and tenderly buds start to unfurl ...
And russet fields parade their tassels
Beholding charms of your mid-March gladness;
Flickering down like embers’ fire, trees ripen
Born from the earth and air , fragrance unleashed:
Leaf to leaf, thrilling a fresh ballet that whirls
A recital of sways circling in dappled grass..
Oh, shade me then in watercolor evenings ;
As moonlight explodes with springtime’s caprice!
Contest: Dave Will's March Middleness
4/18/2017
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2017
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