A Fine Spring DayA Poem by Cherrie Palmera fine spring day to ride the fence
Previous Version This is a previous version of A Fine Spring Day. With curtains drawn, I did not see the change of color that lies before me. My thoughts blocked by my inner-ear, so I did not notice the love birds song. I did not know, nor did I see the beautiful gift, that is now spring. But with my hat hung low and boots pulled tight I prepared my day, I had fence to ride. With waters flowing clear and cool and clover cropping up the hill Bunnies nibble here and there, breathing in the morning air. Scented heavy and oh so sweet, honeysuckle is a cowgirl's treat. Flowers of red and buds of yellow line the steps for me to follow. Sun so bright warms my skin as the northeast breeze tempers the wind. Hummingbird’s click as they hoover by the trumpeting petals colored fair. And I spy the lowering of the light, blazing colors before my eyes. Translucent blue fades to smoke and lavender forms fill the night, as fireworks of mauve coat the sky. I return to my door, with hat in hand, I spent a full day working the land And happy that I enjoyed such a fine spring day.
© 2011 Cherrie PalmerAuthor's Note
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AuthorCherrie PalmerOakland, ARAboutI am a published poet and love poetry. I live near the White River, and love trout fishing. I find my surroundings a great inspiration to me. I also have two books on Amazon Kindle: Obsession Starts.. more..Writing
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