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Oh Sense of Spring
by Kyle Anne KishFrom dewy grass beneath my feet
To clouds in serene sky,
I can’t pronounce the world I greet
Where songbirds catch my eye.
Straight rows of corn in fields abloom
Thrive with springtime’s glistening rain
And bears’ release from sleeping tombs
Themselves, once more, regain.
Unblanketed by the sun,
Springtime emerges full
And nothing seems to comes undone
As I feel the gentle pull ...
Of new life in its crowing grace.
Now I glide along at a new found pace. 04/22/2007 Posted on 04/22/2007
Copyright © 2024 Kyle Anne Kish
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Alisa Js on 04/23/07 at 06:15 AM you know something? this one reminds me of a poem I wrote, titled..'Leaves Fall'.. isn't it amazing how great minds think alike?????? (((hugs)))) alisa |
| Posted by Dave Fitzgerald on 04/26/07 at 04:00 PM There's just something about spring. The smell is inspirational alone... great write :) |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 05/15/07 at 02:12 AM A lovely sonnet of Spring! |
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