F/Houston, TX I'm Sherlene. Sometimes called She or Sher, at times by friends. I am published under S. R. Mats.
Anthology - Sometimes a Garden, ISBN 1-894241-03-7
http://battistonpublishing.com/
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Viola, with suddenness the cry, "It is spring!" they all sang In chorus oh so sweet. They spread their wing And as sweetly they sing Opening wide their tiny beaks, (Yes, some even stamped their feet!) Singing loudly, for all the bright world, "Spring has finally been reached!"
Glass bottles and other whimsies, Sparkle in rows on windowsills. Around the world there are tchotchkes. These little booms of whimsies live As blooms of plants die. Is that their secret?
And so it begins, the greening of spring On still as yet cold ground. Shoots bursting And unseen buds developing in hidden places. The greening first begins in the sheltered spaces Along the walls, in unnoticed corners. Nursing Its offspring that had clung to life, it is given wings. The greening of spring now takes its annual flight. Thus, soon this secret work will bring all delight. Yes, how could I not extoll such an inspiring sight?
Winter leaves in its wake its own form of beauty, But eventually it gives way to the greening of spring. And birds will sing, and flowers will bloom. What of our love?
Criticize me if you will For the brevity of my succinct verse. I try to say what is needed in few words. For I am a lazy poet not wanting to labor Unending, nor burden you, dear reader.