Before Spring Poem by Paul Reed
Before Spring
Before Spring we stumble in our step
Without that freshness on the breeze
That through the Winter slept
That through all promises sees;
Before Spring we lie asleep
And wake to icy chills,
Through half-closed lids we peep
At harshened fields and hills;
Before Spring our senses dull
Become exhausted and moribund
In the charmless lull
That only April can refund.
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5/6/2024 3:42:07 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Striking verse, like the stiff wind of winter across the face. Vividly and well captured. Bravo.