Spring’s Interlude

…two variations on a Clarian Sonnet…

 

Spring’s Interlude

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may winds whisper, soon summer’s arrival
in time to insure humor’s survival

winter’s rains held firm and quite long this year
but stubborn skies at last begin to clear

the seasons bow for this brief interlude
as if to hail my brightened attitude

seeds push eager sprouts through warm fertile earth
as nature cycles to this time of birth

buds pop boldly forth through ripe ready limb
new waters push fresh streams beyond their brim

bird songs sparkle crisp through tall greening trees
fragrance of new bloom wafts soft stirring breeze

all ’round the hues and sound of boisterous spring
quiet and sweet, my heart begins to sing

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…and this time in the rhythm of iambic…

Spring’s Interlude

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the wind sighs soon fair summer will arrive
to guarantee my humor will survive

the rains of winter held on long this year
but now the sky above’s becoming clear

the seasons bow to greet this interlude
as if to hail my brightened attitude

new seeds push eager sprouts up through warm earth
as nature cycles to this time of birth

bold buds pop forth through ripe and ready limb
fresh waters push clear streams beyond their brim

the songs of birds lilt crisp through greening trees
the fragrance of new blooms wafts soft the breeze

all ’round the hues and sound of boisterous spring
as pure and sweet my heart begins to sing

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rob kistner © 2012