Season of Rebirth

We must not rebuke the winds conspiring Together in early spring to bring us mirth The songs of trembling leaves inspiring We must not rebuke the winds conspiring The oaks and sycamores rapidly attiring Reminding us spring is the season of rebirth We must not rebuke the winds conspiring Together in early spring to bring us mirth.
written April 25, 2022
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

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Baker Avatar
April 30, 2022 at 2:55 PM
I like this way of looking at the working of mother nature. Well written! Bill
Hankins Avatar
April 30, 2022 at 3:05 PM
Thank you, Bill, for your thoughtful insight.
Horsman Avatar
April 25, 2022 at 10:44 PM
The poetry is superb, Milt, so visual, I like the form you chose here.
Hankins Avatar
April 26, 2022 at 7:26 AM
Thanks so much, harry. I really enjoy writing triolets.
Krutsinger Avatar
April 25, 2022 at 9:14 PM
This poem has conspired to be inspiring and it succeeds.
Hankins Avatar
April 26, 2022 at 7:26 AM
Thanks, Caren. I enjoy writing triolets.
Chies Avatar
April 25, 2022 at 5:41 PM
Spring really is the most beautiful of the seasons and it certainly brings a feeling of rebirth.
Hankins Avatar
April 25, 2022 at 7:24 PM
Indeed, it does, and I think it also restores our sense of mirth from the dark and gloomy days of winter. Thanks, Marco.
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