Poem About A Spring Afternoon

I am a 56-year-old tree hugger by nature. I was always outdoors as a child, a young and middle-aged adult, and still today. I get many of my life philosophies from observing nature. One evening, as I was riding the bus home, I observed the almost magical tranquility of a late springtime afternoon. Thus, the following poem was born.

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Spring Has Sprung

Published: April 2017

Sun-kissed day
Blends into
Sun's warmth of
Evening.
Forgive us, Lord,
If we be cleaving
To these gentle
Dappled nights
Filled with bird-song
And delights.
How can there be strife
When this peaceful day
Ascends and descends,
Gently like an amends?
For the harshness of hell,
And the troubles which dwell,
All winter in the human heart.
With spring we have a
Brand new start.