March Mornings Poem by W.I. Stoneberger

March Mornings

Rating: 3.3


It sings to me
- the tree, the window tree.
Its leaves open as melodies
to the sheen of Spring.

It speaks to me
its words of green,
says now is the time
for everything.

It fills my dreams
with hopes and things,
making me believe
in what is yet to be.

The tree, the window tree,
brings the birds to me.
Songs come fluttering,
sliding on sun beams.

It dances the breeze,
smiles for me
on mornings like these
- absolutely free.

It sings to me
- the tree, the sweetgum tree.
Its leaves open as memories,
like love to me.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM

Very happy upbeat poem-I can't wait for Spring either.lovely.....

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Connetta jean VanMatre 12 March 2009

This poem is my favorite..March is so inspiring for poets. I too love the willow trees..Good work.

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Scarlett Treat 10 March 2009

Funny thing..I had a sweetgum tree that was all mine as well. Her name was The Seven Sisters, for 7 trunks grew up out of one stump...and I spent as much time in that tree as the birds did! I think they thought I was another form of bird! ! I adore this poem, for it is simple...and yet beautifully done.

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