Spring  

by Michael F Brien

When Winter comes wearing a tear

for all the world knows it is here

the trees, the birds, all life around

know the sorrow that can be found.

The chill of wind, the snow we find

as playthings for the heartless kind

who only know their heart's desires

but do not see all that transpires.

Then in a slowly awakening thrill

we start to hear a small bird's trill

and heralds a new and wondrous thing

The slow beginning of an early Spring.

Leaves appear on naked trees

as if by some on high decree.

New life has started to thrill again

all souls who know the winter pain.

And so another phase has just begun

to follow on like love for one.

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On Butterfly's Wings

early poem by Michael Brien

Into my life you came like a dream

your soft dark eyes and lips so sweet

with your long dark hair and skin like cream.

Now with you in my life, it is complete.

Your touch is soft as butterfly's wings

our love is like a raging storm.

My heart doth feel like strumming strings

and I awake to a sharp clear dawn.

Now at last our hearts are free

together we are 'tween earth and sky.

It is me for you and you for me

and on and on our souls will fly.

Where time stands still

we'll abide and reign

beyond the hills

on a verdant plain. 

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