A green sea of grass
stock and stone
Such a carpet of Spring alone
Blossoms wink
through chinks of stone
A tower once
where winds did moan
Quiet colored eyes of glass
Flowers peak during Mass
The hills and glades are green
with fragile blades of grass
Hillsides dew pearled
birds on the wing
The time is right
for winds to sing
Love is best in Spring's dear song
We waited patiently
all winter long
Spring bursts out with delicate color
Earth’s return is like no other…
Kathleen Colby@2011
Feb 6, 2011
Feb 6, 2011 at 6:46 AM UTC
A green sea of grass
stock and stone
Such a carpet of Spring alone
Blossoms wink
through chinks of stone
A tower once
where winds did moan
Quiet colored eyes of glass
Flowers peak during Mass
The hills and glades are green
with fragile blades of grass
Hillsides dew pearled
birds on the wing
The time is right
for winds to sing
Love is best in Spring's dear song
We waited patiently
all winter long
Spring bursts out with delicate color
Earth’s return is like no other…
Kathleen Colby@2011
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