Spring
At the mountains in its span
in transition snow and landscape.
Night is dying with a lantern
at the rising reddish sun.
Shaky ledges, toppled boulders,
reminiscent of the arcades –
chasm and charming below cascades
free as life, beyond borders.
Edge of granite cliff is stern,
shy is at it growing fern
and the vivid new grass sprouted.
With a new life nature bursts,
myriad forms quench the thirst.
Song of nature is life bounded.
Copyright © Art Wielgus | Year Posted 2017
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