Intrigue misting sleepily down to Earth, <br />As warmth meekly unburdens greenery <br />From Winter-dormant twigs, branches of trees <br />Shaking loose from iced-mornings' tyrranny. <br /> <br />Once more, Spring begins. Thunderous trumpets <br />Herald this passage of delicate rites... <br />Salvaging the needed, discarding the <br />Useless. Harsh, cruel, violent. Easily <br /> <br />Seen as destruction of ancient rebirth. <br />Once more, Spring begins as it always has. <br />A clean, well-swept house is invitation <br />For Spring's intriguing initiation. <br /> <br />Storms are never functions of travesty. <br />Storms are the weavers of life's tapestries.<br /><br />elysabeth faslund<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/intrigue-sonnet/
