Spring’s Interlude
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…
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