Spring Man - Poem by Mike Hester
Dancing under soft, warm rain
I stop to watch it whiten to snow,
Pondering the inevitable cold
And wondering when?
A towering tree with blossoms and buds,
I startle at my changing leaves -
Knowing that my deep, dark green
Will never be again.
Yet, spring is on my mind.
My heart still burns with passion and birth,
My senses take this rich, lusty earth -
And shall until I end.
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