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Awake at Last

Poetry By: dibbledabble

This little poem is for a comp on My Writers Circle

I expect it will be torn to pieces and decried as cleche there, here I hope it warms the heart and has you looking forward to spring

Submitted:Feb 10, 2012    Reads: 36    Comments: 18    Likes: 12   

The Brief was to write a poem prompted by the picture


Awake at last


The willow stick

The Gardener snipped

Snow slipped

Ice dripped


The thaw had begun

Morning sun

Warms natures lung

Young buds sprung


Not yet here

But spring is near

New life peers

Through frozen tears


Carpet of Bluebells

Early spring themselves

March in wooded dell

Vibrant blues ranks swell


Crocus and Daffodil

Adorn lawn and hill

Brightly happy and still

Content in shivering chill


Blackbirds hop

From snowy spot

Robin and Tit swap

Twigs they sit atop


Song Thrush

Run and rush

Crisp morning hush

Listens for a grub so lush


Willowy fingers

Winter lingers

Flowers, joy bringers

Birds, springs singers


Natures' sleep near past

She awakens at last

From winters icy blast

Spring approaches fast


By Dibs


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