The zephyr in the lithe morn of Spring
Feels like an Angel kissing my face;
I'm glad it's not the chill of winter's day
Which seemly drags and lingers on.
The soft touch of a morning light
In my soul is like a tender embrace;
Its beams gently glimmer through the sky
Purging the gossamer of wispy clouds.
Beneath the heaven - all is still
As the songbird flits and glide in the air;
Relinquishing the springtime thrill
To the crooning bees in the garden fair.
©Leah C. Dancel
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SH-Australia
September 12, 2010
SEASONS POETRY
(Edited Version from original manuscript)
September 14, 2021
At 9-degrees Celsius the Spring has regressed to wintry chill for a time since yesterday... and today I woke up to see a refreshing scenery in my surrounding after an overnight rainfall. - September 14, 2021
Comment:
What a beautiful spring immortalized by this creative poem full of imagery ❤~Jeffrey Cejero, September 15, 2022