The Coming Spring Poem by Ivy Schex

The Coming Spring



And in the dreariness
Just before spring
There comes a tiding
That heaven brings
A scent of fresh green
Mingled with a warm wind
A hint of flowers unseen
Beneath the warming earth
And as winter clutches
And grasps its last
Spring enters from the south
And stands steadfast

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