I am new to this site therefore here is one of my latests poems any comment good or bad is welcome we all keep learning and try to improve

 

As sun rises and spring weaves its silk’n treads of that dewy web,

I turn towards the eastern shore to wach that promised choir,

mountains whisper and tell each other that nearing news.

 

The approach of spring, sternness and the cruel winter are departed,

my longing eyes are tuned towards those eatern hills,

to watch the morn of russet and yellow issued from the night.

 

O, spring, show us those scented garments and let us feel your warmth,

place your golden crown on that sweet clear face,

and kiss that love deprived land,

that mourned and awaited your return.