Dactylic Spring Poem by Dwight Jenkins

Dactylic Spring



When in the softness of spring I awake
To LIFE in the fullness of time
Beauty erupts with the vengeance it takes
On LIFE in its arrogant climb

Sought by the many but bought by the few
As LIFE in its eternal race
Rushes to tell: 'Heaven IS, all is well,
And LIFE is its unending grace.'

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