Meadowbreath

Meadowbreath short poem

Uploaded by AUDREY BIRDWELL


The most primal of seasons
First baby-breaths of spring
Creation without reason
A holy art of being

Earth’s neolithic easter
Without woe or restraint
The forests ooze, the bees stir
Irrepressibly make

The oldest and most reverend
Yet most wanton and free
The coming of Zephyrus
Warm west wind of the sea

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