Thursday, 20 February 2014

Spring Is In The Air

Crazy Maisie Queen of March
A host of cuckoo songs to bring
Primarily a step to take
To flip the early axis swing

Flighty days of hopeful numbers
Upon a crashing ocean roar
Sending messages unmerciful
Wicked flags of waging war

A chiming bell of new beginnings
Her footsteps soled with iron studs
Convinced her might is proof of right
Replacing twigs with diamond buds

Trails of thunder leave no stone unturned
Sheltered havens have no place
No tears she sheds for last year’s strain
Rejecting hope of saving face

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