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Sonnet 52 – The Tide Of Spring
The tide of Spring comes washing through the woods
Pushed by the vernal moon, pulled by our pining.
As welcome as a million Robin Hoods,
The youthful paint’s a feast for our eyes’ dining.
What merriment it puts into our hearts!
What joy that Nature once again is living!
The cold dry husk that’s Earth flies wide apart;
We view the riches it is ever giving.
When Winter leaves a hemisphere behind,
A weight is gone; a burden has been lifted.
Gone is its rude assault on body, mind;
The harshness to another half is shifted.
We’re stirred by Spring since life begins anew;
Hope is fulfilled with the most lovely view.
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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2015.
The Bard on the Hill 