Come Soon Fair, Mild, and Early Spring

THIS POEM IS NOT PRESENTED AS I INTENDED (ie. DOUBLE SPACED).

THIS HAS BEEN DONE BY PERSONS BEYOND MY CONTROL

THUS DIMINISHING THE READING EXPERIENCE.

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The oak and rowan slumber still

Reposing in their frosted bed;

Holding off the shivered chill

Dormant, docile, all but dead.

Skeletons drab against the cloud

Leafless limbs up-reaching high;

Clothed in dew, a frozen shroud,

Below them hidden secrets lie.

On the ground the snowdrops burst

Early risers of the year

Contending to be blooming first

A fleetly winter's end in near.

Premature, the sunlight's rays

Icy stalactites eroding,

Tumbling down a spectral haze

With leafy new born buds exploding.

A feathered bird throng fills the skies

With warbled wonder aforetime;

Showing up in sweet surprise

Stepping out before it's prime.

And now the season, bright and bold,,

Marches on afresh and new

Driving out the drizzled cold

As spring has sprung before her due.

                                   ASJ