(((Arrival))) Poem by Theodora (Theo) Onken

The first flush of Spring arrives
Tinted with fuchsia infection
Opening to fresh new attitudes
Where, as a gem, lily white brillances shines
Leaving long long behind
The chill of all the misguided shadows
Of Winters broken disfigured leaves
Where the white noise deafened
The warm rains rush the needful Earth
Given the liberty to quench its buds
Bringing forth the gorgeous perfumed air
That is so positive-that it just has to be Spring


September 22,2010
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