Poem: We Rouse with It
Waters ripple and flashWith spring light and zephyr’s caress.Pigeons coo and bow in hopeful courtship.Black heron stretches majestic on a buoy;Untroubled by a preening drake,Or the seagull bobbing a mid-flight break,Cajoled by his impatient tribe.Waking trees whisperOf warm times to come.Spring has sprung.And we rouse with it. #BreakingBard
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