submission by Lisa Cooper -- poem not accepted --

[Lisa Cooper]

ALREADY POSTED AT: https://cosmofunnel.com/poems/spring-136714

Spring

Call of the wild ushering spring

Temperature arise waits in the wing
Soft downy feathers of crested peach
Lectures off-tone a chattered speech
 
Icicles drone drip, drip drops
Snow melts from high tree tops
Buds anxious ready to burst,
Vying to see who'll green first
 
Flowers peek from loam beds,
Squirrels call wake up sleepy heads
Spring is almost nigh,
Wipe silt from sleepy eye
 
Creeping, crawling closer still,
Emerald grass on sloped hill
A sun soon rescinds a break,
Longer hours he stays awake.
 
Waters stilled, frozen in time,
Fractures with fissure align
Racing, dancing to the shore,
Uninhibited, ready to explore.
 
Owls hoot, hoot belated
Anticipation twitterpated
Tidings ebb through a year,

Soon to say spring is here.

* this poem is unpublished  ?!

Hi, my name is Lisa Cooper, age 55 and I have been writing for since I was old enough to read. I live in Minnesota. I have been compared to a renaissance woman, I dabble in many different things and am good at what I do.