Sparrow Song
Form: Quatrains
The winter sun stays longer now,
Now as the seasons start to turn,
Returning life beneath the snow,
The snow that held the earth's sojourn.
A poet sits beneath a tree,
A willow tree bedecked with buds,
The buds of blooms waiting to be,
Beneath the tree, my heart now thuds.
The goddess works her magic round,
Around the earth she calls for life,
The living seeds burst in the ground
Upon the ground, the signs are rife.
The sparrow sings its mating call,
A call to love and dance again,
Once again, the earth lives for all,
And for all ends the winter's reign
©JezzieGFarmer2012
A Garret Poet 
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