Saturday, March 3, 2007

The Poem Of Spring

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When the trees flower pink and white
filigree, and the sleeping
god comes back to life
here, where our mountains preside
so drably much of the year

now, when the walls of our valleys
are so green, green, green on all sides,
and our eyes see easy

before Nature gets carried away
and squeezes out too much Fire
and it all burns dead again,

you want to pin it
down with your pen
so it will never slip away,

this elixir,
this secret,

for there's nothing
I could ever seek
beyond this Spring

spreading inside me,
flooding my veins forever.
Max Reif
Ernestine Northover 03 March 2007
Uuuummmmmm! ! ! ! That's a delight. Beautiful first verse. A pleasure to read. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
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Duncan Wyllie 03 March 2007
The fluid of life running freely through your heart, YES! this is a wonderful poem Max Thankyou for sharing it with us Love duncan X
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