Blue springs of antiquity
So few, and far between
Ink blots stain my memory
Of faded colors seen
When spring is swelled, looking for outlet,
From heaven the catalytic substance falls
The dandelion and woolly violet
Answer springs heralding call
As if the season's canvas upon easel
Persephones brush runs rife
With one motion a retrieval
Of yesteryears bountiful life
Feb 20, 2018
Feb 20, 2018 at 7:27 PM UTC
Blue springs of antiquity
So few, and far between
Ink blots stain my memory
Of faded colors seen
When spring is swelled, looking for outlet,
From heaven the catalytic substance falls
The dandelion and woolly violet
Answer springs heralding call
As if the season's canvas upon easel
Persephones brush runs rife
With one motion a retrieval
Of yesteryears bountiful life
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