Seasons of Nature
VI
The emergence of a new spring day,
as early sun’s glow warms the way.
Transparency will go away.
Thick cloak of fog retreats today.
Meadowlarks warble and whistle
flying around the prickly thistle,
and sound like a great epistle
as the frogs croak their dismissal.
Just hearing nature sing, I smile
and watch the trees stretch up a mile.
Life leans onto the sun in style
I want to linger here awhile.
Alas, I must make my retreat,
I walk toward a busy street.
Where I will find those I can greet
while I still cling to natures' beat.
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