Spring

darkrosedarkrose Posts: 40
edited March 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Again, a whole other infant of nature is found.
I am allowed another spring to come to me.

Moist in the mid-morning mists,
Animals of old will bring home new families.

Raining to soak the old grounds, the skies pour.
Nurturing the greens while erasing the grays of yesterday.
These depressed trees, frozen from above and below,
Will finally have the ability to wave in a warmer breeze.

The hollow sticks soon become stems,
Growing delicious fruits to taste.

Dimpled inside our pleasured grins.
We relish inside the juices flow,
Nothing is left to waste.

Spring is the season where all things grow.
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Comments

  • Life-affirming. So life-affirming I don't want to go to bed and it's nearly dawn here.
    Thank you for your dearly appreciated infusion of wonderful positivity.

    Thank you.
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