Sonnet To Spring
How lovely lies this gentle season's face,
upon the fields and plains that fore were cold.
Renewing life for trees and kind with grace,
her sway turns winter scenes to days of gold.
Now she stirs amid mountain peaks on high,
oft melting snow to glisten streams and lakes.
This breeze that rustles sylvan glade with sigh,
returns to home the geese and mallard drakes.
The ocean's fury quiet close to shore,
responds in like to sweet Elysian dreams.
The sailor keeps appointment times once more,
and trawlers ply their trade again in teams.
Springtime with great imbuing grace to heal,
your humble peasant deigns this time to kneel
7-3-17
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