HAS - SPRINGTIME - COME - AT - LAST ?

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WRITTEN   APRIL  2013 

by S.C. Mitchell.


Springtime - the glorious time of hope - unfolding 
Like an angel - rousing from the winter's chill - with
Wings of silken purity - untouched by earth's less caring hands -
As each bud opens to the sun's caress - and 
Tender thrill.

The coldness - longing to remain - must loose its grip -
Though air - still bitter sweet retains its coolness - just to 
Let us know - that it once held domain - now  bowing
Out - however graceless - it would hold us still 
Within its cold refrain - it
Has to go .

But colour - breaking through each green-tinged bough -
Is speaking words of life - in all its newness - like the dew 
That feeds the earth with promise - and of hope - with 
Visions - full of joy  - and 
All things new .

This wondrous time - when love is pure delight - and laughs 
As with a child - released to play in meadows - clean and clear -
Where streams flow freely - with abandon - free 
Of all the burdens - of
The former year .

Such sweet caress - such gentle yearnings stirring in each
Beating breast -  ' Is she truly come at last ? - when earth can 
Venture forth - and shed her winter robe - and break her fast - and
With one voice proclaim - that Spring is really 
With us in her beauty -
Once again .


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God bless you all with  - love and joy and peace  - this 
Springtime - and always .

Stella



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