| General Poetry
posted December 31, 2017
The awakening of spring
White-spangled Winter’s frosty breath
had turned the waters mute,
boughs of the forest still,
reeds erect, but his vast power had begun
to dim, and as he withdrew the veil from the sun
Spring, as from a trance, leaped the lea.
I watched infant day sprinkle diamonds
o’er field and copse and sun’s glances
o’er the mountain top illuminate the grassy slopes
as she trailed her cloudy robes
with a sweeping flounce of fire.
My spirit bowed in homage to that power
which causes buds to burst and birds to sing
with joyous melody, and the woodland’s
echo-haunted caverns sweetly groan.
The primrose trembled on the bank and begun to bloom,
blackbird’s mellow-sounding note rung through
the bosky dingle’s hollow throat, while weeping willow
brushed away her tears
and begun to hum and sway to his tune.
The sleepy waters of the silver stream were roused to ripple
as the strains awakened rock and mound
from their dreams of beauty.
Oh, such rapture –
the air was full of uplifting thoughts
… for Spring was here again.
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