The Season Spring

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This is a short poem I wrote for my English class. This poem is contemporary lyrical, just as most if not all of my poems are.

Submitted: April 13, 2013

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Spring 

At first it was the barest sensation

a tingle at the feet,

a tiny warmth that expanded and

enlarged

and arose firmly through me

like a hot air balloon,

a faint smell of dirt

drunk with the morning’s dew,

a little chorus sung in the air

a melodic harmony

Spring

not cold like the icy winter,

nor flaming like a summer day

but quiet and gentle

tiptoeing

until it was just there

anywhere

everywhere,

“ Wake, ”

it says in a lilting voice

and sends those winter shrivers

back down to the depths of Earth.


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