Another Spring Poem Poem by W.I. Stoneberger
Another Spring Poem
Fields
almost green
almost gray
streaked with purple stripes (henbit)
like a Monet painting.
Yellows yell from every corner,
daffodills and forsynthia
seedheads on the sweetgum.
How can anyone walk a suburban street
in April
and not believe in something
someone
greater than themselves?
A hundred birds in symphony
dandelions decorating driveway cracks
azeleas ready to burst into blazes
the purple majesty of lilac and wisteria
all that grows and gleams
all that is Spring.
Lovely, the time honnered renewel of hope and faith that spring brings each year. We have had spring and are now bk to winter 'sigh'... T
does confetti grow on trees? oh yes and every spring is as though the first when confetti flutters in your hair................lovely....John
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4/24/2024 2:02:05 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Creates a wonderful imagery.