To Name The Season Poem by Amy Bengtson

Amy Bengtson

Amy Bengtson

Iowa
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To Name The Season



Spring isn't yet.
Only one robin has been seen
Boldly claiming his old perch.
Winter is over.
The garage is no longer the
Second refrigerator.
This is a different season.
This is a season of anything can happen.
We wait.
We hope.
We dream.
We wonder.
But Spring isn't yet.

Tuesday, February 21, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: anticipation,seasons,spring,winter
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Amy Bengtson

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Iowa
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