Signs of Spring Emerge a Newborn Lamb
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It laves under the waves of warm sunshine,
a chill breath of almost spring- near weather
deliver endless hope and yearn of the fruit vine,
her wee frame caressed by the moor's heather.
A look of silent wonder filled the sun
while it hung temptingly reaching natures
sweeping gold hayfield, light of day begun,
retrieving, renewing, reborn creatures.
Crepe myrtle delicate limbs dropped in size
with the weight of the vibrant pink flowers,
and the bees, as well as the butterflies,
taking full advantage of its bowers.
A breath beneath the sun and sky to drench,
hunger that only the sunshine doth quench.
3/9/2018
Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2018
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