Through With Winter Shores | Laveda D. Rockford
THROUGH
WITH WINTER SHORES
A
long-weighted time on winter shores,
longing for
spring,
A glimpse of
it here and there,
Through
sunshine and rain.
Oh, that
spring would finally arrive
And bring
with it such fun fair,
Awe, that it
fills the air,
From drab to
a colorful hue when it’s there.
Beautiful
blossoms and scents fill the air,
Soft breezes
dry the silky fare,
The awe of
spring is here.
Insects,
bugs, and crawly things,
Flit through
the garden,
Looking for
things,
And then a
beautiful sight to see,
In a garden
so fair,
The big,
bright, beautiful wings of a butterfly, flying there.
It captures
the scent of nectar so pure,
The color of
flowers for flight,
The
butterfly so delicate and the flower,
Its perfect
delight.
What wonders
I see in the late afternoon sun?
When
butterflies decide to drink some,
Flittering
here and fluttering there,
Oh, what a
sight!
Through with
winter, into spring,
and hot days
of summer,
A butterfly
seen is a delight,
Especially
the ones in my sight.
Beauty describes
this beautiful fair,
Describing
it with words and heart with care,
The beauty
of spring and summer,
The
butterfly fluttering there.
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