A spring secret?

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Beyond the garden fence there sat a fairy who was weeping,

dressed in finer clothing than the world had ever known

She whispered to a marigold a secret meant for keeping,

gazing as a butterfly from far away had flown

It landed on a river fern, its leaves were gently swaying,

to rest it's wings of violet and amber for a while

"Yon fairy has a secret, I am told, what was she saying?"

The marigold just closed its eyes and wore a silly smile

A nightingale sat overhead midst tapestries of fashion,

then giggled at the question raised atop the fern below

Sang a tune in harmony with every morning passion,

its lyrics said, you needn't ask if she wants you to know

A tiny stream meandering did flow in foam and streamers,

within the banks that wove their way from here to over there

Carrying reflections of the feather covered dreamers,

something that the nightingale was very proud to share

Though still the thought persisted of the fairy and the reason

to why her tears were falling, and her rosy cheeks were wet

When then a tulip bloom appeared to show the coming season

wintertime was over, something no one should forget

The fairy lifted up her head, her smile brightly showing,

it seems it wasn't sadness; they were tears of joy she wept

For spring, she knew, was coming, warmer weather would be flowing

as for her secret, well, you know, some secrets should be kept

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Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I think I started to feel a few tears forming...the joy kind...weather is getting nicer...this sonnet has that spring ring to it..a chime so many long to hear.

[willweb]

Thank you so much Jacob. Just something that came out, so I thought, what the hell and posted it.