Spring Is Not All
Spring is not all, it is not bread nor wine
Nor wool against the lengthy winter spells
From January, April seems divine
Like a mirage in misty distance dwells
Yet with the melting warmth as seasons change
Comes more than flowers bearing pastel hues
Clear snow transforms into a muddy range
Cloud filled insects and cobwebs cloak the views
Along with birdsong, wind storms rise and grow
And take their fill of newly planted ground
With May comes danger, as the farmers know
When homes shake with tornadoes fearsome sound
Though spring exaults in accolades address
Let's value, too, this quiet time of rest
1/28/23
example for my 'Spring is Not All' contest
Copyright © Michelle Faulkner | Year Posted 2023
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