Early Spring Morn
Early-Spring Morn
The morning creeps in on an early-spring morn
Icicles drip-drop, they melt, now weak and well-worn
Sun fighting; so brilliant, after asleep for such time
The birds hailing the springtime, in their delightful, sweet chime
Yet once again frost finds its way to the window
Birds pleading their love song from a lone, farm-house spindle
Clouds furious, raging, devouring more
Snow turning to rain, unable to close spring’s door
Ice again melting, losing the battle
The birds questioning song, are they beloved or chattel
Sprouts peaking their noses from a frost-bitten ground
Birthing their beauty beneath, with never a sound
We wait, oh we wait, will you not come dear spring?
With days full of sunlight, what joy shall you bring!
I long for the laughter of children outside
Pregnant blossoms of spring, opening wide
Beautiful, Ellen. Since moving south I miss the spring. Thank you for sharing yours with me.
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Thank you for your comment. I am aching for spring’s arrival and thought that a poem would be a nice welcome to it.
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