There was a time I longed for Spring-
To see the blue above
And hear the yellow warbler sing
Of everlasting love.
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Hello Jesse. It seems you are no longer active on Poemhunter. I remembered your Little Thrush and decided to come look at some more of your work. This one is also so well- written. Not many poets on this site who pay such attention to form. I'm wondering if there is snow now where you live and how you feel about it.
Greetings Laurie. I do stop by on occasion. Unfortunately, I just don't get much time to write. Thank you for your kind words! We do not have snow. It's been a very warm winter for us. I normally love snow but after a few months of it am ready for spring. ;)
I love all types of poetry and prose- but I have a special fondness for classical poetry and enjoy writing with form and meter in mind.
wow, jesse, overall I'm impressed with this poem as well- a skillful piece i expect many of us can relate to (and therefore with universal appeal) . loe, eh? i had to look it up. what I've read of you so far does have a pleasant old fashioned feel, but i don't know about resorting to scots here to make a rhyme... something to think about. -glen kappy