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