The Fourteen Spears of Spring

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As child, I wandered ways like these

And marvelled at the grace and ease

With which these tiny spears of Spring

Could rise and shake off Winter’s cling.

A wiser self smiles back at him

Who knew not these were Alpine kin

Which lived for cold and days like these

That mirrored mountains’ solid freeze.

But does this change the greeting bright

When muddied boots trail freezing night?

Not one jot! Young soul replies

from depths of Self that love surprise.


©Copyright Stephen Tanham 2017

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7 Comments Add yours

  1. Lovely, Steve. I like those first stalwart heralds of spring. They’re always delightful surprises.

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    1. stevetanham says:

      Thank you, Diana. Yes, they are very special

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  2. I really like the rhyming pattern of this poem. Lovely content too.

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    1. stevetanham says:

      Thank you, Robbie. It all came together quickly and seems to ‘gel’.

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  3. A very beautiful poem!

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    1. stevetanham says:

      Thank you, once again, John! I like to try both prose and poetry. Sometimes you can say so much with very little in a poem.

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