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Arise my beautiful one,
and come to my
land of mountains.
The winter is past,
glorious spring
has come at last.
The flowers appear
on the earth once again,
the time of the
pruning is at hand.
The song of the dove
is heard in our land.
Arise my beloved nature,
my beautiful one,
and come back
to me once more.
Once again is heard
the contented sounds
of the herd,
as it grazes on the
tender spring grass.
Once more is heard
the contented sighing
of this mountain land
awakening to the
call of spring.
This work by mysticdave is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.
Arise my beautiful one,
and come to my
land of mountains.
The winter is past,
glorious spring
has come at last.
The flowers appear
on the earth once again,
the time of the
pruning is at hand.
The song of the dove
is heard in our land.
Arise my beloved nature,
my beautiful one,
and come back
to me once more.
Once again is heard
the contented sounds
of the herd,
as it grazes on the
tender spring grass.
Once more is heard
the contented sighing
of this mountain land
awakening to the
call of spring.
This work by mysticdave is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.
Good stuff! Well done, Mystic Dave.
ReplyDelete"The winter is past,
ReplyDeleteglorious spring has come at last."
YAY!
I'm awakening too. I have so much more energy in the spring
perfectly timed poem.
Thanks.
This is quite lovely and befitting! Certainly a welcome the Spring and the love of its slendor.!!! Stunning and enchanting. Thank you for sharing. TU
ReplyDeleteA beautiful and passionate verse.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful! Love your enthusiasm, your sense of wonder!
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