Natural law


When winter could stand
shivering no more
in its last frosty rags,it
turns inside out its garments

of spring,recognised,sooner
not by man who lives
with her too little but
by grasses and trees

which change their colour
and with one stroke
redresses itself into a fragrant,
tassel lit warm landscape.

Poetry by yoonoos peerbocus
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Written on 2019-09-10 at 08:56

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arquious The PoetBay support member heart!
A painter's brush strokes but with words.
Delectable in thought and cadence:
"of spring,recognised,sooner" with deftness render.