Friday, June 19, 2009


Spring begins its subtle dance
as the breath of Summer chants,
calling out to lure, entice,
the fronds once sleeping in the ice,
so thin a blade will venture out
against the winds of chilling doubt,
then reaching upward for the sun,
the march of seasons there begun,
a rose, a fern, a violet,
and each such welcoming to get
(throw off the fear we'd all forget).
the roots, so sturdy, there at rest
and waiting for the Sun's request
to wake them up, inviting all
to come and show their luscious thrall,
(to heed the breezes in their call),
and make an entrance, splendidly,
and gather there for all to see
(delighting eyes deliciously),
this shift, embracing through the fade,
beyond the curtains Winter made,
to saunter, now, in grand parade.
© 2009 JM Shephard ~ JOY in the arts!

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