Spring - Poem by Hal Caufield
There are blossoms now.
They line the pastel streets,
Dressed in white, pink, and
The softest shades of lavender.
They scream of spring and
All the joyous hope it brings.
The days are longer now.
The sun rises it’s earliest and
Sits high in the eastern sky,
All day chasing any damping
Cloud that would challenge
That the rains of March have ended.
But it’s not the cacophony of
Colors and light that pierces to
The root that spring has sprung for me.
It is the dress she wore that pulled me
From the gloom, that warmth and she
Might have forsaken me to winters cold.
Her dress is painted of those splendid blooms,
With soft shades of lavender and violet,
Around her body a most perfect Chrysanthemum
Ribbon frames her shape, a femininely dainty waist.
And with her smile she chases any lingering doubt,
That the rains of March for me have ended.
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