pale veins
twine and weave
down the mountains
the fields are hushed
by the snow
but spring is in the water's voice
rushing to wake the sleepy banks
from their frosty dreams
they herald;
"Oh spring is coming!
She's here!
She's here!"
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Poetrya person who is appreciative of and sensitive to art and nature🍂💫 Previous cover by theiLyNacomet Current cover by wonderlaander Highest ranking: #187 in poetry
