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Monday, March 4, 2013

Prelude to Spring-song





Beneath the mute and mirthless shield
Of March-bedraggled cover
Tarries the bliss of daisy field
Of Queen Ann’s lace and clover

Beneath this staid and cheerless scrim
Of hollow quiet ringing
Trembles the touch that probes the limb
Into bloom-petal singing

Beneath the silent, snow-clenched scope
Of winter’s weary gumption
Quivers a season of new hope
And spring-song’s glad redemption

Soon this white space will bear the grace
Of emerald-golden sashes
As winter renders its embrace
To silver spring-song splashes

© Janet Martin

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