Aye! Thou art welcome, Spring’s delicious waking!
Winter kneels before you, gasping its final breath
Meeker still, ever nigh; surrenders to warmer day
Budding tree yawns; the robin sings o’er and o’er
Neath sunny rays; sound of bees. These! Oh these!
In parting, window frost; Winter climbs into bed.

© Literary Remains

14 thoughts on “Awakening”

  1. I am an old ignoramus who loves beauty even when I don’t know what or where it comes from. The LITERARY REMAINS plus your blog picture of that lovely baby? Just fascinate my soul, and memories? That old ‘Royal’ and shelf volumes bring fond memories of my long past childhood. Simply beauty… so much in sight of your soul. 🙂

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