Sunday, April 14, 2013

PAD 14 sonnet, Poetic Bloomings Spring Rain

Spring Dance 

A hidden wooded valley in the east,
A child awaits the first sweet signs of spring.
Some yellow buttercups and, not the least,
Pale purple violets that raindrops bring. 

Ten thousand fairies tap dance on the roof.
Sweet scented breeze breathes life and makes her sing.
The rains pour down their unrelenting proof
That spring is here with all life raindrops bring. 

The dancing rain becomes her childhood friend.
They greet her while she sits on her porch swing.
And when the lightning and thunder storm end,
She skips about in puddles raindrops bring.

But in the mountain desert brisk winds blow,
Spring showers she now meets are likely snow.

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