Tammy Darby


Spring

On a wintery red down feathered wing
And through ancient icy oaks winds sing
Heralds the coming of the shy maiden spring
The colors of green, gold, and indigo she brings.
Through the snowcapped mountains
Her melodies ring
As winters touch did cling.

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