Wednesday, January 18, 2012

False Spring

Mack Hall, HSGmhall46184@aol.com


False Spring

No spring is false when warm, sweet sunlight falls
Upon the weathered field and woods and walls
And frogs shake off the mud and much to sing
While lizards leap and little bees take wing

No spring is false when gentle roses bloom
And windows are opened on airless rooms
After the time of ice, soft, gentle air
Comforts the cold world like a whispered prayer

This January thaw cannot be wrong;
It sings for us a little of spring’s song

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