Vernal Glory
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Well, it’s coming again, my poet friends-
A hint and then a wide burst of buds.
It’s that fling of spring thing,
Coming fast, hitting hard and smelling good.
A mass of a flash of green, seen
Plus the famed and fabled flower scene,
kicking poets and lovers in their sacred hearts.
REJOICE!
Fresh start. New hope.
Warmth arrives-a luminous inspiration to every artist’s eye!
Rebirth, and the dearth of winter’s death.
A time of aspired plenty!
The earth reverberates in new song
and every natural creature knows the tune.
Come join the chorale, my poet pals,
for I sing with the best:
Verdant trees a’twitter with a clamor of birds,
elk and bear and ferret know all the words,
the salmon in the lifeblood of the land;
the frogs courting loudly in their swamps;
cicadas wondering if this is their year to shine,
and emerge in obnoxious splendor of their kind.
Squirrels, roses, white-tails, dogs,
pigeons, yaks, apple and plum,
cats and cattle, roses and hogs;
the renaissance of the world, my poet chum!
Awaited hope …and, promise to come,
and what else could any blessing bring?
All senses pitched to high delight:
Brace yourself for the thrill of spring
Copyright ©
Sara Etgen-Baker
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