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Another Spring

Poetry By: teargen
Poetry



Spring is a bountiful dividend paid to the winter mopes.


Submitted:Apr 24, 2010    Reads: 68    Comments: 3    Likes: 3   


Another spring is now in bloom,
old winter snows have passed;
the bluebells all rise up in song
the buds of life are cast.

The blue of sky meets forest green
red robins have returned;
that white old man has gone to bed,
another spring is earned.

And daylight stretches out his hand,
he slows the night awhile;
it's longer now from dusk to dawn,
that's spring's extended smile.

We open up our homes to let
the scent of love inside;
forsythia and buttercup
and sun all beam with pride.

For now another spring has come
to guide the applecart;
rich beauty to horizon's edge,
a joy to mind and heart.














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