Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2010

Spring Arrival

by David Cozens

Sunlight washes the building side: Beams  muted by the morning chill.

Spring her  breath moist sweet and quite still.

Heralds carpet the ground gaudy and upright.

Unchallenged by giants stirring in new light.

The year no longer new: The earth gathering pace.

Marshall your forces my friend begun has the race.

Added: 31.03.2010

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