Spring Light - Poem by Siobhan Livingstone
In the early hours, the land gently stirs
as rays of sharp, white, light
herald the morning bright
and songs of joy echo among the trees.
Drops of dew cling to miniature sentries
of green and white, as they
tenderly nudge fragile heads
above the cold and fertile soil.
Seeking warmth they bring joy to
the finders who, when they happen upon
the white gems of spring,
discover hope of summer days ahead
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