The spring comes
late on icy lanes.
I’ll slow down, sleep.
Night portends snow,
drops its shades
on a lowly sow.
I want to see blossoms,
skies with a circling
swallow, to walk
in woods. A doe rustles
past fallen oaks
in seasons gone.
A pine stirs us.
Wind barks orders:
spring’s trumpet composes
odes.
Ah, The four seasons loved them all
once upon a time, got tired of snow shoveling
constant rain in spring....
now I relax with wetlands for a back yard
with the beauty of nature and her critters
enjoyed your contributive nature poetic posting
Love & Peace be with you
This is my personal inspirational book of poetry. It contains many poems written for family, friends, and relevant life situations. Hopefully you will find some that will encourage and inpsire you in whatever arena you are found in your circle of l
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once upon a time, got tired of snow shoveling
constant rain in spring....
now I relax with wetlands for a back yard
with the beauty of nature and her critters
enjoyed your contributive nature poetic posting
Love & Peace be with you
William