My Spring Garden
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The first I notice in the spring are birds,
I just love their dulcet musical songs;
a symphonic chorus of sweet bird words,
in the garden the tunes cure winters wrongs.
I love how my white daisies are swaying,
so gossamer like layers of chiffon;
airy and gauzy- each year replaying,
oh, their beauty I can depend upon.
Then, come the blue margaritas tender,
bright blue blooms sprawling graceful in the sun;
in my spring garden- I just surrender,
where my flowers interweave like lace spun.
I have waited for this resurrection;
this healing of heavenly perfection.
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February 25, 2019
Poetry/Sonnet/My Spring Garden
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1118-188-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Spring Sonnet
sponsor, John Hamilton
Second Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2019
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