Spring At Last
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I love spring and all the bright spring flowers,
the daffodils, tulips the pansy blooms;
oh, I even love those warm spring showers.
I am drunk on all the flower scent fumes,
putting vases of blooms in all my rooms;
and some to brighten up family tombs.
Oh, welcome back sweet butterflies flying,
I love you all- the orange and the blue;
fluttering, drifting- I feel like crying.
Sweet, sweet painted ladies in every hue,
sometimes you come alone, at times a crew;
come, kiss the flowers that for you- I grew.
A robin finds a fat worm on my lawn,
little sparrows are gathering for nests;
and all the birds start their singing at dawn.
I love the concert- do not think them pests,
oh, woodpecker does tap, tap, taping tests;
a hummingbird lands on my hand and rests.
I have been waiting all winter for spring;
for you beloved spring- I want to sing.
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March 28, 2019
Poetry/Sonnet/Spring At Last
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1128-273-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Urban Sonnet
sponsor, Emile Pinet
Fifth Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2019
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