Sonnet 359

Sweet dabs of springtime on that pleasured lea
Gently swaying beneath a golden sun,
Pert yellows, reds, and blues in harmony
Nod to the tune of zephyrs songs there sung;
The distant forest smudged in pastel green
Gives praise unto the ever azured blue,
Feathered florets in leafy grottos preen
Then rise in chorus from their verdant pews.
So seems it now as at the very first
When Eden blossomed bright upon the stage,
Pure life brought forth from chaos unrehearsed
With all the splendor providence could wage.
A fragment  of the world here heaven spun;
A jot of time from when the earth was young.

© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.

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