Spring Blessings

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Rivers wind unnoticed
through the brown hills
and budding trees,
where dark, little birds
pierce the blue sky.

I drift in vague symmetry
lying somewhere on the grass,
among the wild onion sprouts,
and watch the
cherry blossoms fall
like tardy flakes of winter snow.

I want to hug the earth
and kiss the sky;
but one is too big,
the other too high.

The billowing clouds
drift stately by,
as imperious as spirit barks
of long-dead pharaohs
and their queens;
and I dream of Cleopatra
and beautiful Nefertiti
so long ago on the fertile Nile.

I should quit dreaming,
I suppose,
rise up and mow the lawn,
but it will just grow back.
And no one will say,
a thousand years from now,
'Here lies that great conqueror of the grass.'

No, I think the idle man is wise
who takes his time upon the grass
to revel in the blessings of the spring,
the things that cannot last.
Wednesday, October 25, 2006
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Marie Bliss 07 December 2009
P, S You will find it under 'For Kendall' Tried to send you an email but it didnt reach you.
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Marie Bliss 07 December 2009
Love this poem kendall, so much so that it inspired me to send you one back. Marie x
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