Spring
The first flower, of the year
Blooming so sweetly;
Look and see-
The first leaf popping out, dressed in green;
The first bird-
A robin-Hopping about slick and lean,
Looking for a fat, juicy worm.
Look and see-
Looking so inocently;
Hark and Hear-
The first meadowlark's song,
Look and see-
Where can it be?
optimistic commented on Spring
06-08-2009
06/08/2009
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Spring | 1 | 06/08/2009 |
| Active Imagination | 4 | 04/02/2009 |
| Our Endless Love | 2 | 03/14/2009 |
| Heaven Sent | 1 | 03/14/2009 |
| Thinking of You | 3 | 03/14/2009 |
| Mother Nature's Labor of Love | 1 | 03/14/2009 |
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