by David Mullen

Created on: July 04, 2008

Spring Wind

Dry brown leaves
Forgotten of the Fall
Are spiraling to heaven
Springing to a call,
Pirouette among green branches
That dance and spritely bend,
Dancing to an aria
Sung by the wind.

With hands to my back,
Feathered fingers in my hair,
Inviting me to dance
These Spirits without care
That call the budding growing things
To lift their heads and cheer,
And drive away the withered past-
Winter ice and drear.

O' Windy singing Spirits
From whence do you come,
And can you take me with you
When my time here's done?

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