Spring Hough Poem by Walter C. Edwards
Spring Hough
The spring sunrise or sunset,
takes on a strange pinkish, orangey glow,
like a male robins chest,
so proud to show,
a hough soft and warming,
not demanding,
but you know there is so much,
you must do,
new life to begin to take to,
lesson to you must show,
and demand they are a heard to,
when that light is gone,
you rest not in this twilight,
for no day is, ever so long.
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