Spring explodes in rapturous dainty trills And glorious flowers. It has begun, The season of beginning, with dales and hills Dressed in the blanket of fairy fun.
Sun sets on the last chill eve of winter. The promise of plenty and kind beauty Is o’er the world when the dawn enters With blazing brass and boundless bounty.
Softly, the voices arise, like the first bright Lark song when it meets heavens bowers. Ever more gentle, caressing and light Fairies dance among the tiny flowers.
If this be spring, living in beauty bright, Blossoms chase away the deepening night.
I was born in the 1950’s, live in a 126-year-old house in Virginia, I am retired and spend a great deal of my time writing. I have lived through the Kennedy assassination, civil rights, Neil Armstrong on the moon, and 9/11/2001. I have seen the Vietnam war, the war in Middle East, the war on drugs, Star Wars, and the war between men and women. I have written hundreds of short stories and essays and a handful of novels. Only one novel was (self) published and one poem published in a collection.
I have been a writer my whole life, creating my first stories when I was still in elementary school.
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