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A poem of reflection about spring

Submitted:Mar 27, 2010    Reads: 343    Comments: 22    Likes: 27   

spring shower

The scraping of branches
against the window's glass
a late spring shower
that makes its final pass

raindrops falling
like prisms created by magic
and here I am inside
protected from the storm.

Lightning tossed
across the vast sky of black
intense for awhile
then it recedes and draws back

new life emerging
replacing the scene once tragic
I am here with you
still safe, secure, and warm.


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