The Garden In Spring Poem by Patrick J. McCormack
The Garden In Spring
In the early morning mystic spring light
bird shadows flit between branches.
Different shades, different sizes
different songs, different voices.
The trees whose still bare limbs
await the warmth of the sun,
soon will bear the fruit of the earth.
Winters grip has snapped at last
and Spring once more released.
No longer silent, the garden now proclaims
it's welcome song.
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