Arrias and His Muse: Comes the Spring
A silver Moon in a lapis sky,
Perhaps a hint of frost,
But tree frogs chirp to greet the dawn,
And winter’s hard edge seems lost.
Small buds seem to fill all the trees,
Though the grass is still brown and dead,
And no daffodils or day Lillies yet,
But all the trees are tipped with red.
Winter struggles to hang on,
But spring is coming fast,
Several dogwood already herald Easter,
Has winter finally passed?
The glass says an approaching rain,
One final winter storm,
Then comes the spring at last, Thank God!
Sun and rain, but Warm!
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March 13, 2025
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