A Pause - Poem by Carolyn Brunelle
Sweet notes of spring are
heard from foraging birds
who discover the seed bag
hanging beneath a limb;
they become territorial,
begin to build.
Tree buds appear, oddly
out of time and season,
flowers awaken from slumber
for the same reason;
An overly eager nature
stretches wide to a welcomed sun.
Frost returns, brings silence as
winter begins to breathe again;
freezes all such innocents
who acted upon emotion
instead of common sense.
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