Also 2017-ish.
I'm Here
I hear the birds
of Lady Primavera,
a noted purveyor of lilacs.
I see daffodils at my laptop,
hyacinths by the recliner,
bumblebees in the coffee-mug,
robins by the iPhone,
sparrows atop the fridge.
Antic, frisky,
April announces,
I'm here! and flings
her hundred thousand flowers,
a laughing Ophelia
whose mind is all light.
Pray you, mark!
this tuft of green
which shines like nature's neon.
And look, this willow
burgeoning aslant
a gaily chattering brook!
All this bright grace
after long months
of cold hope!
Poetry by Uncle Meridian
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Written on 2023-05-24 at 16:52
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