John Knight

Sense Of Spring

Spring is the loveliest season of them all,
A source of life and love and gentle things,
Reward for winter's frost and icy pall.
A time when fledglings spread their tiny wings.
Spring is the gentlest season of them all,
When lambs their frail appendages must try,
The sheep stay close, concerned lest they should fall,
And gently nuzzle them to help them try.
Spring is the brightest season of them all,
Spring flowers yellow, mauve and red and blue,
And grasses growing silky, slender, tall;
And trees whose leaves are green of every hue.
Spring is the shortest season of them all,
Dissolving into summer's eager call.

Poem Submitted: Friday, September 11, 2009
Poem Edited: Monday, June 20, 2011

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  • Georgia Girl (9/14/2009 8:35:00 AM)

    I DO love spring and its cool breezes, lovely flowers...such a lovely write John :) 10

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  • Gaivota Gaivota (9/12/2009 1:59:00 PM)

    A really nice poem...like a gentle breeze...

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  • Philosophy of a DewyFlower (9/11/2009 7:30:00 PM)

    a beautiful poem greets the best season.
    also NATURE greets spring.

    loveliest
    gentlest
    brightest

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  • Beauty Philosophy (9/11/2009 7:12:00 PM)

    A nice poem celebrating the beauty of the best season. Voted 10.

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