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Spring In Winter Day
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Nature/Environment Gentle breeze, softly cuddling me in sweet comfort;
Lovely morning sunshine, mild and soothing for all your worth;
It’s still winter, yet, your feel is like a beautiful spring.
But, where oh where are my twittering friends?
I did not see them swing nor hear them sing!
Perhaps they heard the echo of my silent call.
For by then, they start to chirp above my head in answer to my call.
Now, oh what a magical noise they make that cause my heart to leap!
It’s the music in their sound that stirs my spirit and flesh;
They sing in chorus the song of praise!
Please blessed day, be excellent in your way.
The air is pleasant and refreshingly gay.
This place still needs rain; don’t make our bones dry.
Parchness is persecution far too much to contain;
It hurts my soul; I suffer and cry.
Sweet breeze comes a floating on the air;
Carried by the wind of change from the northerly fair:
A hovering shawl, a silky mantle on my shoulder’s frame;
Anointment of calmness that caresses my face, unashamed;
A balm of stillness in this glad spring of winter day!
@greenmeadow, 1 August 2007
