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Country Spring

An early breeze of summer
blows soft across my bed.
The eastern sky becomes alive
in shades of mauve and red.
Birds twitter in the greening trees
to welcome day anew.
Young cotton sprouts peek out and gently
soak up morning dew.
Fresh tracks of quail and deer and coon
attest to neighbors rife
whose constance of variety
produce the spice of life.
The dog's bark warns of rattlesnake
ensconced among the vines.
Three feet away, his slithery mate
around a shrub entwines.
New life bursts forth on every hand,
excitement fills the air.
Twin calves nuzzle their mother,
enfolded in her care.
In retrospect I still can sense
the joy in everything.
My memory has stored the sights
and sounds of country spring.

Cora Gail Trent
www.cgtrent.com