Spring Poem by gershon hepner

Spring

Rating: 3.8


Spring, the month allegedly the cruelest,
makes some anticipate the joys of summer,
but hardly ever will impress the coolest
for whom the summer season is a bummer.
In autumn expectations are much lower
for everyone’s prepared for winter’s icy blasts
which swallow Indian summers like a boa
while freezing hopeful spring enthusiasts.

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Jack Tex 31 March 2007

Nice one. Thanks for sharing, looking forward to your next work.

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