Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Every Spring I Shall Post This Poem

Spring still makes spring in the mind
            When sixty years are told;
Love wakes anew this throbbing heart,
            And we are never old;

Over the winter glaciers
            I see the summer glow,
And through the wild-piled snow-drift
            The warm rosebuds below.



Elizabeth said...

What spring?

chick pea said...

Sarra it is so cool that you always have poetry on your blog! I always love your poems.