"Sovereignty of the Fairest Season" - a poem honoring the majesty of springtime

Her Majesty ascends the throne in joy today

and gazes fondly at her luxuriant domain

Her subjects bow in multi-hued array

in homage to this monarch’s lavish reign

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(Forgotten is the Ice Queen, banished now,

from land that was so dreary and so bleak

till came the heralded furry pantomime

concluding at a glance: not six more weeks)

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The sun rays from the scepter in her regal hand

shine down below and make the grass sprout green

Her hair has raindrops flowing from each strand

Rain falls to earth and covers it with sheen

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Her workers clothed in yellow striped with black

steadfastly tend their tasks within her gardens

in deference to her sovereign springtime almanac

(This fulsome ruler brooks no delay or pardons)

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Resurgence is the coinage of her wondrous realm

and of this rule she tolerates no exceptions

Her abundant fertility rites may somewhat overwhelm

yet their renaissance provides well-timed conception

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Her minstrels visit in their fine-feathered plumes

and melodiously croon to her songs with praises

Glorious blooming handmaids waft heady perfumes

but share them not with simple fields of daisies

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Court jesters frolic and bury their surprises

expecting to recover them all next fall

Should they forget, a sapling soon arises

From an acorn the mighty tree springs tall

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This scene enacts each year in fecund precision

Spring is the coup d’etat offered to mother earth

that overcomes winter’s sluggish indecision

as the grandest season assures abundant rebirth

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I must confess that this poem contains several suggested words and phrases that came from my son Russ. Neither he nor I recall which he offered, or which I kept, so I share credit for this poem with him. You will remember, I hope, that I do not claim to be a poet. Although these verses may rhyme, they (mostly) do not scan. Poetry is not my gift, but I do try it occasionally. Fortunately, the mood doesn't struck me often, but the emergence of spring is likely to inspire anyone to poetry....JayeWisdom

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