Seven Slivers of Spring
hedgerows greenup-
nature's pastiche
awakens from winter sleep.
Quiet greets the Spring morn,
a shaft of light diffuses night
snow melts slowly-
a trickle,unseen,runs free
begins a new spring
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A babbling burn ,riverine unseen,
a stream of freshwater silts sloping banks
the current slows to-
eddys, where fat chubb doze.
Quiet greets the Spring morn,
a shaft of light
diffuses night into -
a dawn chorus.
Amid the eerie dayspring light
yesterday's memories glow so bright
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blossoms a welcome
springtime emblem-
the foretast of fruitage
to come
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2017
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