General Poetry posted December 31, 2017

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The awakening of spring

Oh, Such Rapture...

by Margaret Snowdon

White-spangled Winter’s frosty breath
          had turned the waters mute,
     boughs of the forest still,
reeds erect, b
ut 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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