Image via National Weather Service
The first of the following poems I wrote in my early teens. The second is a reflective ditty I wrote this morning, posted in honor of April and Poetry Month!
Spring Winds
Do you hear
The wind is blowing
Wind, wind, breeze.
All around and
Softly lowing
Wind, wind, breeze.
Bring all to new beginning
Softly, round me, low and lovely
Opening to ages unknown
Wind, wind, breeze.
Spring World
Spring winds stir me
Still, even as they did
When as a child I had
Only started to know.
Yet love in my dreams
As a child is still the same
As the world ever starting
New in spring winds.
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