To Each Its Own
April 8, 2013 at 1:12 pm 8 comments
It’s springtime again. I wrote this poem at Lake Chabot on a warm sunny day amid a cacophony of revelers nearby.
in spring
even old trees bloom
home for the birds
after winter’s gloom
ever so quietly
does anyone know
they build their canopy
as the grasses grow
in spring
life begins anew
as peacocks make calls
and in silence too
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Musings of a Random Mind 
1.
skippyheart | April 8, 2013 at 6:13 pm
very nice!
Happy Spring, Mr. P! 🙂
2.
plaridel | April 8, 2013 at 10:12 pm
skip:
same to you.
3.
kz | April 8, 2013 at 9:45 pm
and in silence too — yes very true 🙂
4.
plaridel | April 8, 2013 at 10:13 pm
kz:
isn’t it wonderful? 🙂
5.
kz | April 8, 2013 at 10:40 pm
i agree ^^
6.
elizz | April 9, 2013 at 2:05 am
lovely poem 🙂
7.
Creative Imaginations | April 9, 2013 at 7:27 am
Great job! 🙂
8.
dianewrites | April 9, 2013 at 7:04 pm
Happy Spring and I love the fact that you emphasized silence. Silence creates a point of beauty and mystery to anything.