Ah, the lark’s call

among the new growth of grasses,

distilling the winter’s snow

and the sun’s rays, refracted

through nimbus mists,

into one perfect vocalize.


This is spring’s arrival

as the Vs of geese

call their farewells to the winter lands

and the lupines wake from slumber,

shake off their sloth

and stretch their buds to the warmth.



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One response to “Spring

  1. Lorilie

    Lovely! Only here it’s been dove calls lately. Hoping you’re enjoying a blessed Lenten season (are Baptists allowed to say that ?)! –Lorilie

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