Love in Spring

My arms reach out
to embrace green hills,
to hold heart-close
spring’s pulsing thrill.

With passion flush,
and grateful tears
I gaze on the forest
for I know you are near!

I can hear your song
in the sea-borne breeze.
Your golden voice fills
green lilting trees.

Oh give me more wine!
Your grape and your vine,
make the night sublime
with spring’s sweet life,

eternally bounding
from boundless time.

poem by Steven Federle
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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