Spring
Fresh light at dawn is
a smile and a wave
that sees you through; a
loop, a round, a twin
each day, each new morn.
Soft babes curl in
a nest – twist, spin
up and to a
life bright, sun clear.
Rose with bud,
vine with leaf,
soil with moss.
Hope is
a gate,
wide.
Copyright © Thomas Harrison | Year Posted 2019
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