Sacre du Printemps

SPun lines like sparkling wines flow fast
RIpen spirit, winter past,
None grieve, freeze melts, warm zephyr breeze
Grants blossom, birdsong, leaves the trees.

SPontaneous seems growth Spring’s cast,
RIot runs, through Summer last,
Nature explodes in sprig and sprout.
Gusts sprung when young keep age sage, stout.

SPeech shared may reach fair pair’s desire
RIng golden satisfies to fire
New inspiration poet’s lyre
Gladly interprets, cannot tire.

SPirit of pride rides high at noon
RIch too soon, proves seldom boon,
Nascent Spring wings honey bees,
Gifts light, lifts dark uncertainties.

SPorting from the Springs’s cocoon
RIse butterflies, blooms, birds in tune, -
Now sow, tomorrow harvest reap,
Glow now, now grow, then, cheerful, sleep...

poem by Jonathan Robin
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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