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Cari Member Posts 411 Englnand |
Spring She comes gentle on southern winds Soothing winter scars on barren bowers Whispering in the tangled hedgerows ‘Wake my little ones, I am here” Yellowed trumpet heralds lift their heads In silent fanfares to the infant dawn While age worn lips break and smile In hopeful thoughts of one last summer * * |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
nice writing...james |
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booky1940! Member
since 2009-04-16
Posts 136Canada |
"Wake my little ones, I am here" Welcome to you spring, I am so glad that you are here again! Thanks for sharing, Cari! |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
I never think of not making it through the spring, and summer. "Soothing winter scars on barren bowers" But I do feel kind of "barren" sometimes in winter...but like the trees, I need to see winter as a time of resting. enjoyed the poem, John. |
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DaysofView Member
since 2014-04-01
Posts 433Just A Slice Of The Pie |
My own never-ending dreams come in Spring Cari! They hold on for most of the year and just when I think they're leaving, it's Spring again! You write lovely poetry! I think you should write a book of them!  If I were more than I am, I'd see things differently instead of the same all the time. |
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Pete_W Member Posts 185 Scotland (UK) |
Great poem Cari, after winter's grey I look forward to every sunny day. |
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