John Lars Zwerenz
Ode To Spring (A Sonnet) - Poem by John Lars Zwerenz
When every perfumed petal opens to the light,
In the turquoise air of our majestic sight,
Canticles play, and cathedral bells ring
Praising The Virgin; hail the end of suffering! -
When every floret is in bloom
Where lovers go dreaming as bride and groom
Golden orchids and the redolent rose
Give glory to balconies, bowers and the grove.
Through high, wavering, wondrous grasses of green
Touched by the sun, in every garden-close,
The young donning dappled garments rove.
And where every crystal brook is seen,
Rushing in the somnolent, scented breeze,
Rejoice, one and all, beneath the gilded trees!
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