I cannot wait for spring
For the burgeoning,
Grass, flowers, trees
All each emerging
The secret tender growth of youth
A slow but bold display
Revealing to us beautiful truth
The white sweet lilies of May
I anticipate the morning dew
The crisp, brisk air
That carries on
And heats with sun
To become
June's evening fare
Feb 26, 2013
Feb 26, 2013 at 1:12 PM UTC
I cannot wait for spring
For the burgeoning,
Grass, flowers, trees
All each emerging
The secret tender growth of youth
A slow but bold display
Revealing to us beautiful truth
The white sweet lilies of May
I anticipate the morning dew
The crisp, brisk air
That carries on
And heats with sun
To become
June's evening fare
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