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Wednesday, April 09, 2003  

The poem below was written by a friend and classmate of mine and I via email as we worked on a project for our Legal Writing class (we are in law school). She loves the passage of winter into spring, as do I. So herein scribed below is the fruit of our labor.

I fashioned the first stanza from a haiku I wrote last year and she wrote the next and so it went. It was a fun exercise, one I don’t get to do often, to share creativity with another poetic soul. I hope time and circumstance will allow us to write another together…

The Turning of Spring

By

Vincent E. Martin & Suzarah A. Maguigad

Pink blossoms fragrant scent,
Many colored wings wave gently
Butterfly spreads life.

First flush of vegetation
Of the birch and willow
Not green but delicate gold.

No emotional loss
To the passing of winter,
Rather delight;

In the satisfying warmth
The sunlight shares,
And life slowly revealing itself.

Life, true love
A born again experience,
The soul refreshed with a world anew.

Where skies streaked
Passion red, a backdrop
To Shakespearian love.

Or set your eyes
On royal purple hues,
A signature of sacrificial love.

At home and hearth
My heart beats with eyes aglow,
A soft place to fall.

posted by Unknown | 8:53 PM
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