The Early Hour Of Spring Comments

The meeting of sense and essence and the fragrance of inanition, The spring Incubates my mind outworn By inward wedlock.

Soaked in the knowledge of vastness, The root of my mind and it's pain and Pleasure,

The air Unencumbered and Home-bred Yearling, breathes with amazed rambunctiousness For this Inundating opulence.

The spring hast spread its wings Over the datum line on my lawn Without ripple and quiet Wayfaring

The hornets sing their chanson With hearts full of bewildered capitulation.

The spring hast overflowed it's Sublimation in silent celebration, The indolence of drooping into floral abundance.

Nice. A lovely share. Thank you sir. 10+++

Beautiful poetry..1000000000000000000000000++++++++++++++++++++++++++