The Spell Of Spring, by Albert Ahearn Subscribe to rss feed for Albert Ahearn

Exfoliative sycamore
Limbs splay low above the water
like giraffe's drinking from the shore
at some silty, placid river.
Where once their arthritic branches
at the mercy of winters winds.
It’s springs meliorative changes
that bring green budding knobby limbs.
Here I sit astride a boulder
overlooking the riverbank
awestruck by springs natural wonders.
Recurrent offerings enchant
me like a mesmerizer’s spell:
enthralled, hypnotized, compelled.
Posted: 2013-02-28 19:40:11 UTC

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