Spring
Spring is here with hope renewed. Buds bursting with beauty birthed anew. Colors beyond description, shades ill defined, Flowers mingled with new design. Claiming all moments wasted or savored, Hoping for each to share in its favor. What will this season of renewal bring, What pleasure unspoken or things yet unseen, Each person must look hard to claim the beauty of Spring, Or miss the moment that this season brings.To have great poets there must be great audiences too.
Walt Whitman, American Poet (1819-1892)
khrsat’s Poems (9)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Seasons | 2 | 01/23/2011 |
| Spring | 0 | 01/22/2011 |
| Safety | 1 | 01/22/2011 |
| Time | 2 | 01/22/2011 |
| Faith In The Morning | 1 | 01/22/2011 |
| The Turtle Rescuer | 2 | 01/22/2011 |
| Hope | 0 | 01/22/2011 |
| Age | 2 | 01/22/2011 |
| Fear | 7 | 01/20/2011 |
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