Spring
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Spring
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Life stirs after winter’s death,
Its long, cold sleep thru the snow and sleet,
Bare twigs and dead sticks
Tingle with awakening
And new life shows its nose
Gingerly testing before resurrecting;
A time of marvels and miracles
Where life lives and death dies
Under lightening skies.
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Image: Author
©DGA 25 April 2012 07:39
This was posted in LinkedIn Groups, Poets, Spring, on 25.04.2012.
