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Spring Time

How lovely lies this gentle season's face,
upon the fields and plains that fore were cold.
her sway turns winter scenes to days of gold.
Renewing life for trees and kind with grace,

Now she adorns tall mountain peaks with lace
oft melting snow that glisten streams of old
This breeze that rustles sylvan glades untold
returns to home the geese of former place

The ocean's fury quiet close to shore,
responds in like to sweet Elysian dreams              
The sailor keeps appointment times once more,
and trawlers ply their trade again as yore
Springtime with great imbuing force it seems
can tame the wildest ocean scene of roar
3-24-18

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Date: 4/28/2018 9:53:00 PM
Ahhhhh - Spring displayed in all her glory! Just a magical piece! Best wishes. Pandita
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Date: 4/7/2018 12:15:00 PM
hello Alfred, i love the imagfe this poem shows me. have a nice day my friend.
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Date: 4/4/2018 12:04:00 AM
I give you what I hope you'll agree are powerful words, "A Skilled-Lovely!" Lost myself in the read, may not have if pokey Spring had arrived to warm my wanting of it. Your poem was my surrogate Spring, I think! Poetry hugs ... CayCay
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Date: 3/24/2018 6:54:00 PM
I really enjoyed this. So many nice original lines.
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Date: 3/24/2018 5:31:00 PM
an absolute joy of a spring time sonnet, the words flow as if on a zephyr breeze:-) hugs jan xx
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