Poetry Corner for Aug. 29
Spring, oh sweet spring.
We eagerly await for her entrance
After such a cold, cruel winter.
Yearning for her zephyr breezes,
The feeling of sun’s warmth,
And balm of warm evening walks.
Oh, here she comes,
Her entrance so dainty,
As she dances in, sweet, bright, warm.
Bringing in all her promises.
Oh, but wait! Her dancing is stopped!
Another blast of cruel winter is
Now ascending upon her.
And she quickly dances away
And makes her exit.
She is gone for now
But her promises remain.
Jan. L. Nelson of Duluth