The Coming of Spring

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    The Coming of Spring
    Rain drops large and heavy fall in the Spring
    So fat are they that I can see every one
    Drops plummeting to the ground with a ping
    Dissolving as into the earth they run

    The sky with ominous black clouds is thick
    Promising that life giving rains will come
    Performing the old “green the Earth quick” trick
    And to the rhythmic drumming, I succumb

    The rhythm of this opus is quite old
    It comes each Spring renewing life again
    This miracle once more we can behold
    As yellow and pink grow where browns had been

    Though Spring holds more of these dark, grey cloud days
    On the beauty of new life I’ll soon gaze

    Tina Busch-Nema
    April 1, 2008

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