Spring
poem by:
Luther Seahand
Written
on Jan 02, 2014
The finest day of spring petals dance on sudden gales counting everyone before the sinking sun fly, fly little wings like love that never fails Shadows begin to wake to a chorus that is the night crickets fiddle, slow warblers whistle, low shine, shine velvet moon till last you fade from sight Hear the sea in song where the swallows play and die starlight in the haze flicker fireflies, ablaze stay, stay gentle dream beneath the candles in the sky
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Peter Duggan commented:
Hi Luther, a very nice poem you have created about spring. my favourite season. A thoroughy enjoyable read. well done...peter
