Morning in March

Low valley, full of my reposing youth,
Now rising quick: how lovely are your bare
Sloping shoulders, browned by sun. White snow
Lies crusted in the paths wound down through woods
Beside the creek that courses softly smooth.
The mucky mud and grass sing spring is near,
And mossy bark revives in morning’s glow,
Where drawling creek beds slur with melting floods.
Come whisper now, my silent, sleeping youth,
As spiders weave, a melody prepare,
And on your bed of matted leaves lie low,
And once more let me wander through your woods,
And shatter not the ice the stream will break,
But let me follow in the morning’s wake.

 

 

 

 





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Alfred Dorn began writing poetry at age ten after reading James Russell Lowell’s “Aladdin.” A prolific, widely published writer of metrical verse, he is the author of Voices From Rooms,and From Cells To Mindspace, both published in 1997 by Somers Rocks Press; and Claire And Christmas Village, issued by Pivot Press in 2002. He is the coordinator of the World Order of Narrative and Formalist Poets Contest, which offers large cash awards for the best metrical entries. Dr. Dorn’s interests include art history, philosophy, travel, antiques, and psychic research