~The Poet’s Poet~
Sweet is the breath of this spring morning
Green fields, glistening with dew
After soft showers, fair daffodil bows its head
From that nearby rippling stream
Its waters, make sweet music for the listening ear
This time of year, how sweet it is to roam
Sit and listen to a thousand blended notes
Book in hand, shadowed by the umbrageous multitude of leaves.
© Chris Black. February 2019.
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