In Dedication toA young student who is everything Spring
Grace Page Boyle
The days of March yet young
A bit of time for Winter's season done
Peeking green through melted snow
Chilling winds of winter this day to blow
A sounding serenade through barren branches heard
And the coveted song of a nesting songbird
The crisp leaves of Fall's season yet found
With broken twigs upon this awaiting ground
Driving rains upon emergent buds of green
Winter giving over to Spring in this moment seen.
Rose Marie Raccioppi
Peeking Green, Photo: CAR, Collectible Clicks,©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2010.
3 comments:
At this very moment the lines of this poem are sounding their call... high winds, driving rain, fallen trees, branches, and yes, winds that are indeed the calling winds of change.
Spring takes birth… as you said, the giving over! At this part of the world, summer came early this time and we are burning under the scorching sun. See, how far we are!
Tamarind,
Distance real so it may be
Miles of space and waves of sea
Yet known be our word in sentiment dear
Though far a resounding heart be ever near.
Thank You for each moment shared.
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