on Ed Hart's Spring

on Ed Hart's Spring

A Poem by Emily B

some days

the wind is too rough,

and spring rains

overwhelm,

 

suns still shine,

 

and the glories

of a new morning

raise spirits anew

 

nectar is sweetest

when shared

© 2011 Emily B


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. you and Mr. Ed Hart are all heart and all soul ... magicians as humans and magicians as poets ... there is such beauty in your words and his ... both of you are the original miracles of WC ...

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

sometimes its scary..sometimes its sweet..its always real.

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Posted 13 Years Ago


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A lovely poem, for a lovely man, who never fails to raise the spirit - as have you with these words.

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Posted 13 Years Ago


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Following the honeybees bzzzzzzzzzzzz. Lovely.

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Posted 13 Years Ago


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a wonderful poem, Emily. Yes, it is sweetest when shared.

Chloe

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Posted 13 Years Ago


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Oh glorious day, tastes like honeysuckle.
“I can see clearly now”

Great Write!
RLG,
Tommy


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Posted 13 Years Ago


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ha indeed! "nectar is sweetest when shared" - his poems do inspire - you took the train of thought and moulded it well as always!

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Posted 13 Years Ago


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oh yes, remarkable what life that seasons can breathe...lovely.....

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Posted 13 Years Ago


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Oh yes! Shared nectar is the best and the suns warmth is felt best after the rain and wind.

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Posted 13 Years Ago


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great descriptions, glorious ending

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Emily B

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