let spring ring with resounding green
a lush that speaks of godly things
whose tumbling leaves I bear so near
while rain mists rays of cold fresh life
upon my notebook my troubles lay
a deep fertile soil praying for day
for love like May's startled tears
to settle in deep and nourish thy fears
to penetrate the brown of winter's loss
who froze the earth and stole its pure
unearthing old yearns of birds and buzz
as rain sinks in its nurturing nuzz
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Aside from not being able to glean a meaning from this, there ore other things not done well. The less said the better. GW62