Frank E Gibbard Posted May 21, 2009 Share Posted May 21, 2009 A season of sallow brutalness fades away As one of fruitfulness brightens our day Winter’s tentacles loosen their harsh hold Frigid embedded seeds yield up new gold Flowers rise as if to sniff the warming breeze Heads of baby birds are bobbing in the trees Spring is burgeoning in natural tumescence A surging of renewal that is its very essence Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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