Michael Shepherd Spring Poems

A spring morning – well,
I only need to say the words?
I’ll picture mine, you picture yours –
champagne bubbling in the blood and in the mind,
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It’s autumn here: the leaves fall brown,
the nights are cold and frosty,
the days are shorter and shorter,
there’s snow on the way…
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what would earth be

without rain?
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O Sun,
you speak in metaphors

shining with a wintry discontent
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