<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=573573" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Spring Observations</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Green slipped out from under the white -<br>Splashed in early other colours, <br>And gave up lambs, who<br>Bleated tirelessly on the subject.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Screams from the nearby park <br>Told of newly playful children, with<br>Bleary fathers, clattering mothers, <br>Undersense befuddled by a perfume - <br>It was the budding blossom.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And younger men perked up at <br>Early bosoms once again parading; <br>More blossom - audacious blooms: <br>Sexual selection back on stage.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was happening with the birds, <br>Only there was more decorum, <br>More order - a greater sense of purpose, <br>Unwitting duty.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I turned over the soil - warming<br>Under the cautious sun -<br>Yellow still nubile, <br>Though coping with its shyness.<br>My first beads of sweat were oddly ambivalent: <br>Surging vigour forcing out the <br>Stubborn winter indolence.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Inside, a warming smile worked<br>Up towards my mouth, lips, eyes.<br>The kitchen window rattled: <br>Lunch was ready.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> </div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Spring spring spring spring <br>Spring spring spring spring</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mark+R+Slaughter">Mark R Slaughter</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=573573" data-title="Spring Observations de Mark R Slaughter" data-description="Green slipped out from under the white - Splashed in early other colours, And gave up lambs, who Bleated tirelessly on the subject. Screams from the nearby park Told of newly playful children, with Bleary fathers, clattering mothers, Undersens..."></div> </div> </div>

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