Coming Of Spring Poem by Mark Gannon

Coming Of Spring



Water still,
but not yet running.
Puddles gather the,
sins of past coming.
Stretch of day,
diminishing of night,
voices are heard and
come to sight.
Beauty is given
eternal power
nothing as sensual
as a beautiful flower.
The Coming of Spring.

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