Freedom

by | Jul 24, 2006 | Poetry | 0 comments

Now Winter has ceased its icyed voice here,
afresh, Spring starts the Seasonal New Year.
The snow lingers on the higher ground,
while lower, crocuses are to be found.
Animal life seems to halt in mid-stride,
waiting, like many-a-groom for his bride.

Expectant silence rules the land this day,
then, as though the sun has shown them the way,
sounds beat loudly upon the rushing air.
Symphonies of sound, with all taking their share,
each one an actor and each with an act
to be played upon this Spring-laden tract.
The lives of each, like the tryst of lovers,
form the backdrop for all of the players.

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