The morning hours are dimly lit with a glow
Delicate whispers define the branches of trees
A gray nebulous veil drenches the dense sky
Layers of new snow highlight with expertise
Frosting a tall privacy fence of aging wood
Lightly tinted green from indiscriminate moss
Soft white flakes cling almost magnetically
To a large lilac bush that gently drapes across
The midday brilliance is incredibly hypnotic
As the sun reveals a clear blue atmosphere
Soft snow-fluffed blankets begin to shrink
Small streams fill with overflowing tears
Spring’s warmth is prompting unseen bud clusters
To swell with bursting blooms… attracting bees
Soon shades of purple pallor and aromatic perfume
Will say hello with friendly sociable ease
3/29/08
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Ah, a lovely flowing poem of my favorite time of the year Marilyn! Great read! ! ! *10*! ! Best wishes! Friend Thad