Spring Poem by Megan Frame

Shadows whisper in my ear,
Words so sweet and sincere,
And I hear the silence sing,
of an absent Spring.

The sweet song of distress,
Brings the wind's caress.
So gentile and kind;
A love intertwined.

The clouds' longing tears,
Wash away my fears.
Pouring down, dropp by drop,
A rhythm I hope will never stop.

The sweet smell of Petracore,
Sweeps me up, and I soar.
How I wish it would stay,
Forever be this way.

But the clouds say goodbyes
They begin to rise,
and be on their way,
So left the skies of grey.