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What Is Spring To Me

So winter yields to springtime,
But what is that to me?
A birdbath with a blushing bird,
Or perhaps a honeybee?

Another turn; another trip,
Three hundred days, or more--
See the hummingbird's uncertain sip,
Hear the dandelion's roar?

Still maybe I would like the view,
To see a rose in bloom--
I think I'd pick the grandest two
To decorate my room.

And so it is we journey on
Through the summer, into fall--
Wear the chilly garb of winter
Till we loose its lacy shawl!

~M

Copyright © Mel Merrill | Year Posted 2014

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Robert Lindley Date: 6/8/2014 10:16:00 AM I love the seasons but Spring most of all!! A renewal of the spirit seems to come right along with it for me. A great write my friend! A joy to read and contemplate ... BBBBravoo!!!!!!! Login to Reply Mel Merrill Date: 6/8/2014 12:36:00 PM Thank you Robert. You will get my first autographed copy...someday :) Have a nice Sunday, and I'll be by to visit soon. Blessings...Mel :)

Andrea Dietrich Date: 6/4/2014 3:31:00 PM and yes, life is good. Much better than last year at least. 2013 really sucked for me and hubbie. Login to Reply Mel Merrill Date: 6/4/2014 11:59:00 PM Very good to know. Good things happen to good people :)

Andrea Dietrich Date: 6/4/2014 3:30:00 PM this is just marvelous. The imagery sings to me!! Login to Reply Mel Merrill Date: 6/4/2014 11:58:00 PM Thank you, Andrea. You have the gift, so I value your opinion. Glad you could stop by and read. Hugs and smiles...Mel

Ana Espinola Collins Date: 6/4/2014 11:49:00 AM Very beautifully written Mel..I really enjoyed it :) Ana Login to Reply Mel Merrill Date: 6/5/2014 12:00:00 AM Ana, how nice of you. I appreciate your visit and kind remark. Hugs and smiles, my friend...Mel

Richard Lamoureux Date: 6/4/2014 7:46:00 AM I enjoyed the rythm and playful feel of this piece. Login to Reply Mel Merrill Date: 6/5/2014 12:02:00 AM Thanks my friend. I was hoping people would get the end--as a metaphor for snow--but who knows. I know you got it. See you soon...Mel

Casarah Nance Date: 6/3/2014 6:53:00 PM I love this, a little bit of playful innocence I hear, an affection for spring that is sweet and lovely. Pick a rose for my room to my love. xox Login to Reply Mel Merrill Date: 6/5/2014 12:03:00 AM Oh, I picked a dozed for you...red, right? Hell with it. I'll send you a dozen yellow to be sure :)

Connie Marcum Wong Date: 6/3/2014 2:47:00 AM Your seasons coming full circle. I thought about Christmas today as the rain came pouring down here on the islands and I happened to have a CD playing Christmas songs on my CD player in my car. It made me think how quickly each season comes and goes and how quickly the years become yesteryears. It kind of put me in a melancholy mood and I think your poem too has a bit of sadness in it though your imagery lingers long. Blessings my friend. Login to Reply Mel Merrill Date: 6/3/2014 12:04:00 PM Connie, that sounds awful...Christmas music this time of year. Christmas is my favorite time of year, and I love the songs...Oh Holy Night and Silent Night are two tear-jerkers. Would be too sad to hear those now, though. I sure would love to be in Hawaii right now. Thanks for the visit and read. Blessings and smiles...Mel :)