Octet Eight Lines Down
BORN ANEW
When Spring comes again
not the warmth..nor the rain
not the yellow ..nor the green
not the grass or verdant scene;
not the winds or blossom bright
not the showers or more daylight;
but hearing creation's new birth
shouted aloud in sky and earth.
Format inspired by a Tim Dudley-Smith hymn
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2019
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