Spring Arrival
Sunlight washes the building side: Beams muted by the morning chill.
Spring her breath moist sweet and quite still.
Heralds carpet the ground gaudy and upright.
Unchallenged by giants stirring in new light.
The year no longer new: The earth gathering pace.
Marshall your forces my friend begun has the race.
Copyright © David Cozens | Year Posted 2010
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