Particularly fond, am I, of spring … And while we are rather past the winter/spring transition to which this flight of fancy refers, I thought it prudent to share. After all, one must not waste words …
Spring is Here
Spring is here;
Brings with it change.
My life and habits
Rearrange.
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With paddocks closed
Alas, to dry,
Amuse myself in
Stall, must I
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With dreams of fresh
Green grass to eat.
I count the days with
Stomping feet.
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On warmer days
Bid rugs farewell
And feel sun on
My back a spell.
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With joy I revel
In its beams,
As through the window
Pane it streams
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Upon my shiny
New spring coat.
Handsome and dark,
But I won’t gloat.
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And birds, they sing
Their song so sweet.
“Tweet! Tweet! Tweet! Chirp!
Tweet! Chirp! Tweet! Tweet!”
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While buds appear
And set to bloom,
Adorning our great
Garden room.
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Yes, I love spring
A time of joy.
Reminds me I’m
A lucky boy.
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See you anon at Poet’s Paddock!
Shakespeare “The Equine”
Copyright Aimwell Enterprises 2012
