Spring fever is in the air
thus it seems only fair.
To be offering up a prayer
for beautiful bounties we all share.
Each small thought we spare
the magnificence of splendors rare.
Nothing else can compare
to nature’s world out there.
With riches of a millionaire
counting petals from a garden chair.
Spring’s renewal my soul’s repair
ending Winter’s cold, grey despair.
Author notes
The border used, 'Petty Daisy', was created by Jeannie D. Thank you for being my border queen.
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Lovely
This has such a beautiful rhythmic flow, it practically reads itself! Lyrically strong, it creats a mental image that feels like being showered in hope.
nicely done
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oh to spring
can such a delight survive this winter blight
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Ahh, the thought of Spring, reading this as winter creeps in on me in Indiana. I always wanted to move somewhere where I did not have to face the harshness of COLD. Alas, Jen wants to be near her mother, and I can appreciate that. Your poem has the ability to indeed bring repair to my soul even though I have to face winter now. I was buoyed up by the reading and that is a good thing. Is it winter there now or another time of year in your hemisphere? RC
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This is really very
nicely penned , a beautiful piece of poetry you have penned here and you said your muse is hiding I think this is really good.
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Just as you are stepping into spring we will be stepping into fall. So I am glad that the beauty of the sun will be shining on your part of the world. I will be good until late January and than I will be hoping spring will shed it's light again. I like you last lines. I hope you soul is smiling with the beauty found in your words. It's it something that the riches things are truly free. Your border queen has awesome talent. Great combination..your words and her creation both are beautiful. and come to you across the miles.
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Just as your getting a spring in your step we're hitting winter, though always winter in england! beautiful poem.
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This is really beautiful. Us good bad girls do like purple and these daisies compliment your poem well.
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We do indeed like purple You should know this poem was actually written around your border which was my inspiration for doing a Spring poem.
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This was lovely. Nice flow and rhyme! I particularly appreciated:
Spring’s renewal my soul’s repair
ending Winter’s cold, grey despair.
Well done!
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