Fair winds arise, soon fair spring will arrive
rain’s damp shadow held winter long this year
but now the skies above begin to clear
as shadows lift, my humor may survive
the seasons bow to greet this interlude
new seeds push eager sprouts through warming earth
all nature cycles to this time of birth
as if to hail my brightened attitude
bold buds pop forth through ripe and ready limb
songs of birds lilt sweetly through greening trees
fragrance of blooms wafts softly in the breeze
fresh waters push clear streams beyond their brim
all ’round the hues and sound of boisterous spring
shadows retreat, my heart begins to sing
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rob kistner © 2022
Poetry at: dVerse