So Gentle Is the Morn
So gentle is the morn in spring
as tender as the rose
whose dewdrop petals long to bring
their beauty to expose.
The warm sunlight and fresh spring air,
the breeze is blowing in our hair.
The warm sunlight…
the warm sunlight
invigorates a day so fair.
So gentle is the morn in spring
in nature’s outdoor room;
the butterflies are fluttering
from bloom to lovely bloom
to pollinate the flowers need
and spread their beauty with it’s seed.
To pollinate…
to pollinate
the budding love that will proceed.
So gentle is the morn in spring
like coos of mourning dove
while calling for his mate to bring
exciting lilts of love.
I long to feel so young again
while strolling in the April rain;
I long to feel…
I long to feel
the tender notes of love’s refrain.
April 9, 2020
Copyright © John Gondolf | Year Posted 2020
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