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Final Spring

Updated on July 31, 2016
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Noisy crows and starlings converge

On the bird feeder devouring my offering

"Away" I do not say

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Weeding and raking the garden

Throwing every seed hither and yon

No more straight rows for me

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Window boxes full of ants

Planting the pansies with them

"Enjoy your new home" I silently say

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On the lounge I recline

Without sunscreen soaking up the beams

Freeing my childhood freckles at last

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Eating ice cream at night

Potato chips and sweet tea by day

Calories I do not count

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Asleep I drift to dream

Of beckoning stars and wispy clouds

Until the mornings dawn no more









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      Suzanne Sheffield 5 years ago from Mid-Atlantic

      I have rewritten this poem in haiku format.

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      AnnaCia 5 years ago

      Lilleyth, nice , simple and wonderful poem. vote up

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      Suzanne Sheffield 5 years ago from Mid-Atlantic

      Thank you for commenting Tammy. Unfortunately, I cannot shake the feeling that it is our final spring and that sense of dread. And, yes, we do seem to have a lot in common, except all those Hub Page views, lol.

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      Tammy 5 years ago from North Carolina

      Wow.. that is some powerful poetry. I hope it won't be our final spring, but who knows.

      I just read your profile. We have so much in common it is scary. Great poetry! I will be reading more in the upcoming week.

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      Suzanne Sheffield 5 years ago from Mid-Atlantic

      Thank you for the thumbs up Ruby, and yes, the butterfly is a metaphor.

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      Maree Michael Martin 5 years ago from Northwest Washington on an Island

      The ending stops me in my tracks to think, is it the butterfly talking? Great poem, thumbs up.