The oak and rowan slumber still
Reposing in their frosted bed;
Holding off the shivered chill
Dormant, docile, all but dead.
Skeletons drab against the cloud
Leafless limbs up-reaching high;
Clothed in dew, a frozen shroud,
Below them hidden secrets lie.
On the ground the snowdrops burst
Early risers of the year
Contending to be blooming first
A fleetly winter's end is near.
Premature, the sunlight's rays,
Icy stalactites eroding,
Tumbling down a spectral haze
With leafy newborn buds exploding.
A feathered bird-throng fills the skies
With warbled wonder aforetime;
Showing up in sweet surprise
Stepping out before its prime.
And now a season, bright and bold,
Marches on afresh and new
Driving out the drizzled cold
As spring has sprung before her due.
Come Soon Fair, Mild, And Early Spring
Alan S Jeeves
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Poem topics: cloud, spring, winter, bird, hidden, sweet, bold, bright, cold, Season, frozen, early, year, high, prime, sunlight, slumber, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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