*Love of a Playwright*
Along comes the Spring
Buds, birth and beauty of no age
February to April; three months
Its short spanned run upon
Nature’s stage
Act one. Scenes 1,2 and 3
Opening Snowdrops or Tulips it could be
A season so elegant
Post winter it’s dated
Cold dark days we must fight
To reach up; become elevated
Spring it is
So hard to follow
But yet summer shines through
And home comes the swallow
Swift and sharp
Weather compliments his performance
For May, June and July
Illustrated in summers sky
An act of joyous renegade
The finale was an encore, a sweet Parade.
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