And so it was in early May; where the Season's Fancies brightly played.
There were shards of light throughout the lane, For the Sun had found its youth again.
To play among the Oak and Yew, and entomb it's light in Meadow dew.
In the layered mist about the glade;
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A wonderful poem embellished with great poetic expressions and superb imagery. A well crafted write. Top Marks! ! !
Thank you Rose Marie, Happy you liked it.