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Frank E Gibbard
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Frank E Gibbard

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

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And what fine promise this poem predicts. Well done.

 

--tilsover

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A wonderful tribute to the seasonal hope!Many, many thanks!

 

DC

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very beautiful! you have described the essence of rebirth and awakening very well in this tribute to spring. thanks for the enjoyable read! icon_flower.png

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You have a rich vocabulary, Frank. I, myself, had to look up tumescence, and it works! But my favorite part is your opening line:

A season of sallow brutalness fades away ...

I enjoyed your rhyming couplets.

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Frank,

 

Beautiful tribute to Spring. I agree with Tony that you have a rich vocabulary. I find the lines are lovely:

 

Flowers rise as if to sniff the warming breeze

Heads of baby birds are bobbing in the trees

 

Enjoyable read.

 

Lake

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Aleksandra

I agree with others, Frank.

 

This poem is wonderful, and rich with wonderful imageries, which makes this poem very picturesque.

 

I like the tone and how this poem feels.

 

I agree with Lake, those lines are lovely.

 

Aleksandra

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