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Spring
A sense of warmth is tapping at the door
And hope, a feeling out from distant lore
Or so it seems clears the deep refrain!
Emerging youth: a dormant lea awakes.
The raging colour, ringing loud, partakes
In annual birth spring is born again!
A zest anew for nascent life
Begins in floral train:
Carriage one: a snowdropp thrill;
Carriage two, the crocus;
Number three, a daffodil dancing,
Drawing focus as she would,
Attention seeker!
How I love our spring -
The bold and sleeker feel I get,
An inner glow, a ring!
Ive paid the winters chilly debt, so
Lets upon the wing!
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
Spring, spring, spring to bear
Spring, spring, spring so near
Spring, spring, spring we hear
Spring, it's spring, it's spring
Spring, spring, spring
Spring, spring
Spring
Mark Slaughter
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