The Warming

At last, the hope of Spring has come
Naked ‘pon the amber grass
Yearning for the warmth of rays
Rightly beaming on my face
I feel the glow break through the glass
Awake my heart that never paled
But slumbered long enough to dream
In colors bit by bit till dawn
Begin again so soft and bare
As spring rains melt the winter shale
Uncovering the litten pass

Kelly S Griswold

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