It was yesterday the sun slept in clouds,
While all during the day, stark-white would enshroud
New leaves on old trees, as well as Spring blooms,
Which had sprung to life after Winter’s gloom.
A chilling breeze tugged at my wind chime’s feet,
While snowflakes caroused with the likes of sleet.
And all through the night the thunder would sound
Rake at the windows while grumbling around.
Of course we’ve all heard April showers will bring
New meaning and life to most everything,
But as I awoke to a brand new day
And sauntered outside I was filled with dismay -
Those warm arms of Spring were clutched in the grasp
As Winter breathed ice with his one last gasp...
© 2008 Joy A Burki-Watson
Author notes
the tickle of Springtime ... for the last, big laugh!
A contest entry
- Springtime Originals by Hoosierpoet.
700 points, ended April 21, 2008, 10 entries
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Some very descriptive phrases and colorful language that I loved, and overall a wonderful picture of spring, even though a few of the rhymes were a bit forced. Thanks for entering, and my best regards,
Moses
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