Because the morning sun is gold
Because the smell of loam is bold
Because there’s warmth within the cold
I know that I am Spring
Because the smell of loam is bold
Because there’s warmth within the cold
I know that I am Spring
Because the aspen boasts her leaves
Because upon me warm air cleaves
Because the red squirrel ‘round me weaves
I know that I am Spring
Because the zenith sun’s aflame
Because the lake is clear and tame
Because the larkspur knows my name
I know that I am Spring
Because the crows above have scoffed
Because the dragonfly’s aloft
Because the mossy rocks are soft
I know that I am Spring
-jwm
Because upon me warm air cleaves
Because the red squirrel ‘round me weaves
I know that I am Spring
Because the zenith sun’s aflame
Because the lake is clear and tame
Because the larkspur knows my name
I know that I am Spring
Because the crows above have scoffed
Because the dragonfly’s aloft
Because the mossy rocks are soft
I know that I am Spring
-jwm
10 comments:
All that's missing is a stanza about thunderstorms. We've been having them all week!
Here’s that stanza for you, Cheryl ... :)
Because the thund’rous storms arise
Because the lightning thither flies
Because there’s tumult in the skies
I know that I am Spring
Where do you live?
Now I feel a sense of completion-I can go on with my day :) Actually, I love thunderstorms, but I like being outdoors too (and somehow the two never seemed to jive well together). I live in the northern part of Kentucky, where there's lots of trees to smack you around if the wind decides all of a sudden that it doesn't like you.
love spring...
your words sing,
you are indeed spring,
smiles.
fun verse.
Enjoyed this, awesome talent.
Invite you to join poets rally week 42 by sharing a free verse today.
Hope to see you in!
Have A Blessed Tuesday!
xxx
I keep telling him, he need to publish his poems in a book. I'd buy it.
I love the celebration of a season.
JP
http://tasithoughts.wordpress.com/2011/04/25/breathing-up/
share your work with poetry potluck if you wish.
http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com,
find potluck week 32, 9 hours before closing...first time participants can share 1 to 3 old poems or random poems.
I like it - a take on spring that doesn't feast on the cliches of the season. Nice job.
I loved it :)
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