Thursday, July 2, 2015

Excerpt 3 from "Seasons"

The spring came through just yesterday, could feel it like a fist
Like checkmate on a chessboard, Spring is now upon the list
Like bells inside a tower ring to call those faithful few
To come and celebrate, right now, for god is in the pew
"For I am here", Spring shouts for all, "let be no slightest doubt!
Winter's gone for sure and good, in disarray and rout!
Some skirmishes are left to fight, a battle here and there
But, for the scarves and knitted hats, give not the slightest care"


 © 2012 whickwithy

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