Remember it was in the Spring (another poetry assignment from 2012)

This was a poetry assignment  "Write a Spring Time Poem".

So this is what I wrote see below.


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Remember it was in the Spring



Freshness in the air,
A windswept feel to the morning, adds a flourishing flair.

A newness awakening the soul-
Spring cleaning seems not so much toil.

Bountiful expectations, a new day has sprung.
The freshness of the early spring is as an old song being re-sung.

An old worn out song, made fresh and new, as the sunlight shines.
The old, is made new, and how the daisies sparkle, as the wind whispers through the pines.

Baby birds, bursting with song, chipmunks squeaking and running all about, every things a bustling-
The forest and the meadows shakes off the dried and dead brittleness of winters chill, all the world begins to sing.

For a new day has sprung, a bright new day of promise.
Oh, the dreary days of winter how soon, they disappear from memory yet, how swift we are these day's to dismiss.

Every season has it's splendidness it's un-matched beauty who can truly define?
Yet, we gulp in excess, too quick to see, to feel the energy bursting all around, which shouts so loud surely we must all be quite stone deaf, (the shout?) it is simple really, as all creation is saying everything will be just fine.

Everything will be just fine, provided of course, we've listened, heard and accepted the message that's so plain to see.
My dear, look all around you, can you still not see, truly you can be free.

Now, I'll not take up no more time.
As I've quite finished this rhyme, it is now your turn to listen, to hear, perhaps one day to this theme your heart will ever chime.

Surely blessings and delight are the never ending messages that we see as every spring season shakes out the dirt, shakes out the night, and says look and see.
Look and see, look and see, truly you can be free.

Remember it was in the Spring

3/27/2012

A poem about the newnes of spring, the newness of life, a reminded that we have so much to be thankful for. Even all creation sings of the freedom, so many reject.