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| Emre Ayata |
The Gift of Spring
Promise me a warm embrace,
a color bright, a day that glows,
a moon at night that scuds and flows,
a rising sun that grows and grows,
a southern wind to bless my face.
Anoint me in this holy place.
Appoint me as your acolyte.
I am an eager neophyte
who longs to learn the mystic rite,
to read the runes and run the race.
Let me adopt the season’s pace.
Oh, give the gift of Spring to me.
I will invest it prudently.
A thousand times the yield will be, payment paid with style and grace.
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| Bob McAfee |
Bob McAfee lives with his wife near Boston. He has written nine poetry books, mostly on love, aging, and the natural world. Forty-nine publications have accepted 124 poems. He hosts a Wednesday night Zoom poetry workshop. His website, www.bobmcafee.com, contains links to all his published poems.
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