Salutations to the Spring
a sleeping princess turns, and awakens.
The winds of change are coming,
As loosened ice sleeves, are shaken.
First buds appear on once barren limbs,
Birds grow restless and sing.
The flower's long dormant bulbs,
Hear the summoning song of Spring.
The chilling breezes give way to warming currents,
The cozy meadow stirs, and stretches its arms.
Flowering blooms pop out by the dozens,
A lively display of rainbow's charms.
I. in my cap and warm jacket, am secure,
As I light my tobacco filled pipe, in pensive repose.
Thoughts of yesterdays and returning hopes,
Wondering if the right path, I chose.
Moon beams sparkling, in their dance.
A light ripple upon the lake,
Bright stars twinkling, across the wide expanse.
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