That Time of the Year
It's that time of the year.
Here's the spring equinox.
That springtime thing that rocks.
Let me see it appear.
I'm so glad it is near.
We don't need alarm clocks
to awaken from sleep.
Green grass is all around
Tulips in bloom are found.
No need for counting sheep.
We awaken from sleep.
Spring, the new king is crowned.
We welcome spring's coming.
Let us hail our new king!
March 15, 2011
HexSonnetta Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Emile Pinet
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