Early Spring Poem by Nero CaroZiv

The sporadic rain with fitful alternations and heavenly light has no gain
When the chill wind as it moans, languid as with acid pain
With its own heavy moisture, lingering in the open air
And drives through the gray and beamless morbid atmosphere



The roofs of houses and ranches are shining from the rain.
The sparrows chirrup as they fly against the rainbow
And with a windy April grace which flies over fields and bows
The little clouds go by, yet against the strengthening sun their gathering is in vain

And now the back-yards are still bare and brown
The chapped logs are foaming against the sun
I could not be so sure of spring unless the reeds blades are down
With heavy rain drops of early spring; cold winter role upon the earth is done





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