Spring Is Coming Soon
Spring Is Coming Soon
Shadows, stretching longer from the Oaks, now
Ponder passing of their purpose, and worth
Resemble stockings, silk, upon the ground
In search of hands still naked, in their bow,
Nearing nimble newly sprouted shoots are found.
Groveling green grass erupts through the earth
Instantly dancing; as if to proclaim:
Spring is coming soon! Come and watch its birth!
Courting crocus...blue, yellow...with vervain,
Offer such sweet harmony to the mirth!
Melancholy leaves...still...without a sound
Invite Spring's breeze to stir these once again
Nestled nymphs...of seasons past. Lost, unfound
Ghosts in the wind, haunting new life...in vain.
Spring is coming soon! Its gentle weave heard
On every budding bush and spider's web...
Opening doors through time without a word.
Now...begins love's magic...on Winter's ebb.
3.21.2017©deborah burch
(acrostic)
Edited 4.5.2021db
Copyright © Deborah Burch | Year Posted 2017
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