Spring Showers
Spring Showers
I was born in the spring, the sound of the drops,
When the slopes of the snow melted stale,
Golden bird swing
Playfully taking off.
And the flocks were gathering in the sky, the clouds,
Burned in pools solar copper
Lake smoke fragrant frost
Not keep the night cold.
And cry spring breath,
Blowing off roofs track rigmarole.
Winter at his last gasp
Filmed faded bed.
Was the trail, sparkling rays
Spring, azure in the sky blue,
Merry splashing streams,
Murmuring, and repeating his chant.
I was born in the spring, in the lodge white
I smiled at the windows bullfinches,
I talked to them and sang,
Droplets playing until dawn.
Spring Showers
30.03.2013
Nick
Copyright © Nick Dylan | Year Posted 2013
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